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Soldiers! Kill them all! Kill them all!

The sounds of battle, the collisions of weapons, the wails, the screams, and the splatters of blood made this entire prairie seem like hell for Asura!

On the battlefield, both sides were engaged in an intense battle, their eyes completely bloodshot!

The ones fighting on the other side were all elite soldiers in silver white armor.

They rode on their huge war horses, wielding large sabers nearly two meters long. They crazily charged through the enemies' ranks, and in an instant, rivers of blood flowed!

Their opponents, on the other hand, were all black clothed bandits. Their faces were ferocious and filled with killing intent.

These thieves were riding fine horses as well, wielding all sorts of sharp weapons. Their faces were fierce, and their eyes were filled with terrifying murderous intent. They were currently fighting against the silver-white armored soldiers!

On the prairie, blood flowed like rivers and corpses formed mountains. Every minute, every second, someone would collapse!

The originally green prairie quickly turned blood-red.

The thick smell of blood wafted through the air of the Great Prairie, causing one to feel nauseous.

Streaks of blood could be seen snaking across the ground, converging at the bottom and forming ponds of blood that were either shallow or deep.

Bloody water was strewn all over the place, and many terrifying corpses lay on the ground.

These corpses died in miserable states.

Some were missing an arm, some were missing a leg, and some had been dismembered by horses.

The corpses were incomplete, and it was impossible to tell who their original owners were. They formed a terrifying pile of corpses; it was simply a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

The grass that was as tall as a person swayed by the corpses. It was as if they were mocking these people who were fighting, as if they didn't know how to cherish life.

Blood flowed down along the roots of the grass. A drop of blood dripped onto the face of a corpse.

It was a young man. His face was twisted as he lay on the ground in pain.

His face was ashen, and his pupils were dilated as if they had lost their light. He had died a long time ago.

This kind of scene could be seen everywhere on the battlefield of the Great Prairie.

More and more people fell, and those who were still alive became red-eyed from the slaughter.

Even though many people's eyes were filled with fear of death, they were still crazily shouting and charging at their enemies.

In such a terrifying bloody slaughterhouse, even soldiers that had experienced hundreds of battles would feel fear in their hearts. Those who wielded sabers would tremble.

Because in this battlefield, anyone could die!

Even if he had killed too many people, his head would still be chopped off by the enemy's blade in the next second!

The skies above the battlefield had unknowingly turned into blood-red clouds, and the sky had darkened quite a bit as well.

This added a lot of terror to this killing fields.

The air was filled with the thick smell of blood. Even the people who had lost their sense of smell would vomit because of the smell.

The Asura battlefield was most likely the same as the present scene.

A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. As the blood-red blade slashed down, all of their heads fell to the ground!

The blood was like a pillar that rose a few meters into the air. It spilled all over the surrounding people and their bodies were covered in blood.0

On the battlefield, the people who were fighting had all become bloody men!

Those silver white armored soldiers were now completely covered in blood. Only their blood-red eyes could be seen, staring at their enemies with a bloodthirsty look.

Each and every one of those black clothed fierce bandits were like a god of death that had walked out of the Asura Hell!

The blood had soaked their clothes. It was dripping on the pile of corpses!

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The people who were still alive fought crazily again and again!

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