However, the battlefield was already a desolate scene, the ground soaked in crimson, all human blood. The South Heavenly Gate had done its best, everyone had done their best, they had exerted their last ounce of strength. But—they still couldn't stop the full advance of the Heavenly Punishment Alliance's army...
Looking at the smug smiles on the faces of those from the Heavenly Punishment Alliance, many members of the South Heavenly Gate felt dissatisfied. They wanted to get up and fight some more, but their physical strength and energy were insufficient.
"Buzz～Buzz～Buzz～"
The melodious sound of a guqin played again, Beiming Yu slightly bent his legs, placing the guqin on his knees, playing seriously and wholeheartedly...
That flawless face was full of serenity, dressed in red clothes mixed with blood water, it was impossible to distinguish between blood and the original color of the clothing...
Autumn wind rustled, the sound of the guqin was melancholy.
