598: C598 Whoever Enters This Door Shall Give up All Hope

C598 Whoever Enters This Door Shall Give up All Hope

"Ahhh!

On the battlefield, there was a middle-aged man holding a longsword. His white clothes were dyed red with blood.

The ground was covered with corpses. There were monsters and humans around him.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly. The huge wound on his shoulder caused half of his body to become numb.

"Hurry and run."

Someone ran past him.

How could he resist such a powerful force? There was no way to resist at all!

"Escape? "Impossible."

The middle-aged man suddenly revealed a look of nostalgia.

"Do you know of the He Clan's Sword Saint?"

He closed his eyes slightly. "That is my wife. She also died in this battlefield."

"I also don't want to retreat anymore …" "Ahh!

He gathered the last of his strength and dashed towards the huge shadow in the sky.

There was no grandeur in his charge, but there was no turning back.

Soon after, a patch of blood dyed the entire sky red.

Heaven is on the left, warrior on the right!

Perhaps from the moment he picked up the sword, the ending had already been decided.

Not just him.

At this very moment, countless such people appeared on the Divine Great Land.

In a sect.

Sect Leader stood in front of the training field, facing thousands of disciples.

"The pirates and the Demon World attack together."

"I presume you already know what we are going to face and what we are going to do."

He slowly said, "Now, if you're scared, you can withdraw."

"Because..."

"Whoever enters this sect shall give up all hope."

However, what responded him were the simultaneous shouts of all the disciples.

"We, will not be afraid!"

This voice echoed through the skies and shook the earth.

The long night had come, and they would stand guard until dawn broke through the darkness and shook the heavens.

He was full of ardor and unparalleled courage in exchange for this blood-red hope.

"Don't be lost, in the name of faith, Judgement is descending. Please pray before the battle …"

"May the girl behind me …" "Good health for the rest of my life!"

They were not cultivators, and most of them were just new disciples.

He only knew a few sword-arts.

In the eyes of the Demon World, he was like an ant, and in the eyes of cultivators, he was not even worth mentioning.

But their faith was blood and sand.

They were indeed of the lowest level, and cultivators were the noblest.

But, they are the only ones who fight on the battlefield, and I am willing to fight with my body to the death.

This was their will, charging at the enemies. No matter if the opponents were the invincible Demon God or the powerful cultivators that brought death, they were determined to use their swords to resist them at the last front line of the Divine Continent.

They had met a disciple who was killing enemies on the frontline.

Back then, there were a few experts from the Myriad Domain who rushed towards him, but he didn't even bother to dodge them.

As if he was very angry, he swung his fist at the expert in the lead and threw the sword in his hand towards him.

Then he died in the crowd.

Lingchen stood aside and looked at his body quietly.

He was just a passerby. He could not interfere in anything, nor could he help in anything.

However, even though it was just a corpse, Lingchen felt like his eyes were staring at an enemy.

Those people were laughing, because those people from the Divine Province were all idiots.

Actually, Lingchen also wanted to follow suit and say something relaxed; he was indeed dumb.

He clearly had a chance to escape.

But he couldn't say it.

He suddenly had the urge to come into this life and sit in front of the inn with him and drink and talk about all the difficulties they had encountered.

Lingchen bowed towards his corpse.

He seemed to have died a miserable death, but Lingchen could read the power that he did not release. He could understand how I charged at him, knowing that he was going to die.

The snow covered the path of time, and people travelled deep into the moon.

The path of a warrior seemed to be one of the great wastelands.

In a weathered castle, there was a badly cracked yet still standing Hu Yang, and a dim yellow leaf stubbornly stood there, staring at the sunset.

It could be understood as a type of pride, a type of perseverance, a type of bloodlust, and a type of toughness that hadn't been seen in a long time by a man.

All of this was the crime of not fighting.

A soldier has no dawn, but must always have faith!

Heaven is on the left, the warrior on the right.0

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