Spring comes and autumn goes, yet only a decade has passed.
Yu Bai has already spent a full ten years in this Desolate Abyss, where rivers of blood flow and corpses litter the ground. The years of blood and rain have long since wiped away the youthfulness from his face, chiseling his features into sharper angles.
Even though the environment here is harsh, he has never regretted the decision he made back then.
In these ten years, on countless nights, Yu Bai would hear the voice of a girl in his dreams. That voice brought him comfort and warmth, but whenever he tried to see the girl's face clearly, she would vanish without a trace.
That night, while Yu Bai was resting, he suddenly heard the sound of war drums and immediately donned his armor to rush to the battlefield.
