On those fallen bodies, congealed blood snakes through the gaps in the armor, forming a river, staining the pure white snowfield with dark crimson blotches of varying shapes.
A sense of despair shrouds the remaining Turkic people.
Human strength has limits.
The so-called faith is still insufficient to support them in protecting this Holy Mountain in their hearts.
Especially watching helplessly as the Gu Clan disciples and the Tang Army, like grim reapers, slowly advance towards the mountain, while the so-called deity has long failed to appear, this kind of faith inevitably collapses amidst doubt.
In truth, the Tang Army also suffers significant casualties.
Even those who've been trained for years couldn't withstand such a brutal struggle.
There are casualties even among the Gu Clan disciples.
On this path to reviving the reputation of the Gu Clan, each of them gives their all, also sacrificing everything for the faith in their hearts.
The road ahead is already open.
