As the verdant ghostly light faded, and Lin Rui finally made out the situation before him, he was suddenly taken aback by the blood and mountains of corpses that unfolded before his eyes.
On the battlefield, the moonlight was obscured by thick clouds, with only occasional lightning bolts illuminating this land shrouded in death. A chilling wind, thick with the scent of blood and scorched earth, swept over the battlefield, brushing against the scattered bodies and discarded weapons, eliciting an eerie moaning sound.
Across this vast battlefield, the green-skinned orcs' bodies were piled like mountains, their green blood mixed with the soil, forming patches of marsh on the cold ground. Trees and grass in the distance were affected by the battle, with branches broken and litter scattered everywhere.
