"No! Stop!" A voice cried out desperately, a gust of wind blew through, carrying Spiritual Power, extinguishing the flames atop the pile of corpses.

Two seconds later, the flames reignited. The oil poured over the corpse pile was specially made and extremely difficult to extinguish, even a wind infused with Spiritual Power couldn't put it out.

Clang clang clang~ A pair of armored soldiers walked over, forcibly dragging away the man who tried to extinguish the flames. As he was taken away, he kept shouting, "Stop! He is still alive, he is still alive..."

The captain of the armored guard who ignited the pile watched the man be dragged away, feeling a deep loneliness within. He also hoped someone might still be alive, but, alas, it was impossible.

The bodies here had been crushed again and again, all flesh turned into a mass, firmly piled at this breach, forming a wall of flesh.

No one could survive such numerous attacks, so many crushings, not even a Martial Cultivator of the Qi Sea realm could survive after being buried deep within the corpse pile.

His comrades had also become part of that wall of flesh, and he hoped someone might crawl out alive.

Whoosh~ The flames burned fiercely, countless flesh turned into charcoal, ashes in the fire, while the captain of the guard stood here, quietly watching the fire burn out, consuming all the corpses into fly ash.

He was always ready to rescue any possible survivors from the flames, but none appeared, neither natives nor Martial Cultivators survived.

Most of the bodies on the battlefield were handled through incineration; there was no time to distinguish whose ashes belonged to whom. After the war ended, all ashes were interred in a box.

The names of all the deceased would be etched on the tombstone, what they left behind was just their names on a tombstone, on the memorial, not even knowing if the ashes were actually in the grave.

War was extremely brutal, and Lu Yu also felt his insignificance in the war.

He watched the bodies burned to ashes, the ashes collected into wooden boxes, feeling the brutality of war, feeling his own insignificance.

Among the dead, there were some more powerful than him, but they still died, died on the battlefield.

All reasons boiled down to one point, they were not strong enough.

"I am also not strong enough!" Lu Yu thought as he looked at the firelight flickering in the forest.

Returning to the dormitory of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, Lu Yu clearly sensed the dormitory was much quieter today. Many disciples of the Divine Weapon Pavilion were healing, some had given up fighting and left An Nan City.

"Lanlan, let's return to the Divine Weapon Pavilion Secret Realm, it's too dangerous here, we almost died from that mission..." Li Ruofu said with lingering fear.

Zhou Lan hesitated for a moment, then shook her head firmly and said, "No, if you want to go back, go back first! I am just short of a few Contribution Points to retreat and break through to the Yuqi realm, I must gather enough this time."

"I'll return to the Divine Weapon Pavilion Secret Realm tomorrow after I collect enough Contribution Points," Zhou Lan said.

Li Ruofu looked at Zhou Lan, clenched her teeth and said, "If you're not going back, I'm not going back either."

Lu Yu was walking along the road, hearing the conversation of the two. Li Ruofu and Zhou Lan turned around the corner, seeing Lu Yu's figure, and stopped.

Li Ruofu whispered, "Lanlan, look, is that the person who joined us on the mission before?"

"Probably, I heard his name is Lu Yu," Zhou Lan recalled.

"Lu Yu?" Li Ruofu turned her head in surprise to look at Zhou Lan.

Zhou Lan looked at her puzzledly and asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Ruofu watched as Lu Yu walked away, leaned closer to Zhou Lan's ear and whispered, "I heard that the peerless genius comparable to the Sword God is named Lu Yu."

"Could it be? It mustn't be him?" Zhou Lan exclaimed.

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