Chapter 146 The Battle Iii-i

• War is never a good thing. Each clash of battle, each roar of rage, only deepens the wounds that will not easily heal.
• The land, once fertile and peaceful, is now stained with blood. The once refreshing air trembles with desperate cries. Every footstep no longer leaves a trace of life, but instead marks the terrible footprints of death.
• Amidst the din of the ongoing battle, some tried to close their mouths tightly to prevent any sound from escaping. They created silence, hoping that their lives would be spared in the silence.