The crimson light reflected in my eyes.
Amidst countless corpses.
Corpses of the myriad races!
After regaining my cultivation, I unleashed slaughter in my madness.
But… my enemies were endless.
Now, I stood amidst the ruins of the Purple Green Kingdom, letting thick blood smear my face, the metallic stench of rust nearly clogging my nostrils.
Each labored breath tugged at the knife-sharp pain deep in my lungs, yet the long-extinguished fire in my chest now burned faintly but stubbornly once more.
"Your Highness… grieve not!"
"But we cannot stay. Fenghai County has Bai Xiaozhuo—it can be your refuge!" A hoarse shout tore through the thick scent of blood.
It was Old Luo, my personal guard captain.
His face, carved with the ravines of time, was now smeared with filth—blood that could be his or the enemy's. His left arm hung limp, clearly broken.
His remaining right arm clung stubbornly to a notched war blade, its edge still dripping dark red droplets.
