Lin Chen and the other two entered the Heavenly Tower, but strangely, after entering, Lin Chen found himself surrounded by mist, and Yu Feifei and Yao Hui were nowhere to be seen.
Through the mist, Lin Chen was instantly stunned by the scene before him.
This was an ancient battleground, the war evidently just ended, as the smoke hadn't dissipated.
The ground was covered with bodies, and the rivers had turned into blood.
Looking at the war flag on the ground, Lin Chen's gaze focused.
"This is the Battle of Zhuolu!"
Walking through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, Lin Chen couldn't help but be awed by the grandeur of the battle before him.
There are many legends about this battle, and today Lin Chen finally witnessed the cruelty of this war himself.
Why was he entering this ancient battlefield?
Filled with questions, Lin Chen continued forward and suddenly looked down at his feet, his gaze holding steady.
