Lin Baici, with meticulous attention, kept counting. Just as his right foot stepped onto the thousandth stair, the torii gate before him vanished, replaced by a plain covered in withered wild grass.
The soil was black mud, and once moistened by fresh blood, it appeared even more fertile and emitted a strange smell.
Bodies were scattered everywhere, with broken swords, spears, and halberds lying haphazardly, and a few riderless warhorses lowering their heads to lick the pale faces of their deceased masters.
Lin Baici glanced around and immediately recognized this as an ancient battlefield.
He'd seen too many on TV.
"Hoo!"
San Miyairi took a deep breath.
"Lord Lin, mount up!"
San Miyairi ran towards a tall warhorse: "When the time comes, don't stop, just charge straight ahead!"
In the distance, on a hillside, black dots suddenly appeared, and they quickly spread like beans poured out of a basin, covering the entire mountain.
Doo! Doo!
