Looking around him, there were corpses everywhere and blood flowing like a river.
The ground was covered with red rocks and blood. In the brutal slaughter, neither side gained any advantage. Except for the golden-armored war god who was kneeling on the ground, no one survived.
Tears overflowed from Zhao Ya's bloodshot eyes, and there seemed to be a small amount of blood mixed in the tears.
What she was sure of was that she had been here before, and that feeling was not only longing and fear, but also endless anger.
She was filled with resistance and fear towards this place, but now she had to move forward.
Zhao Ya raised her head, her hollow pupils dim and lifeless, as if all her emotions had begun to fall asleep at this moment.
She clenched her fists, lifted her feet and walked forward steadily.
Every step is very firm.
With every step she took, the hideous pupils of the dead soldiers kept appearing in her mind.
The uneasiness in his heart suddenly emerged. Zhao Yasheng swallowed his saliva and his eyes turned bloodshot.
There was despair in their eyes and they were all asking for help. They didn't want to die.
Enduring the pain in my heart and taking every heavy step.
As she got closer and closer to the center of this vast land.
A towering and magnificent palace is looming, magnificent and golden, covering a vast area with no visible end.
Even though it was so transparent that only a few images could be seen, Zhao Ya was still very surprised. Who could own such a magnificent temple?
With every step Zhao Ya took closer, the hall became clearer, and the mist covering it seemed to be dissipating.
When she stood in front of the hall door, she looked up and saw the three-meter-high and two-meter-wide hall door, which gave people a powerful sense of pressure.
Zhao Ya looked at the familiar totem above the palace gate, feeling as if something in her heart was about to be shattered.
The tears in my eyes overflowed endlessly.
This place is so familiar that she can't clearly understand who she is and where she comes from.
Where do those confused memories in my mind come from?
Something inside the hall seemed to be attracting her to go in.
She stretched her arms and wanted to push the door open directly.
When her hand was on the door, a suction force sucked her in.
The hall was brightly lit, but empty.
Inside the empty hall, the floor was paved with grayish-white jade, supported by eight white jade pillars on both sides, while the silvery white walls were already stained with a dark aura.
The air here seemed very turbid. Zhao Ya could feel a heaviness in her heart as she stood in the hall.
She frowned, looking dazed, pressing one hand to her temple and the other to her heart.
"What the hell is this place?"
Zhao Ya sat down weakly on the ground, with a severe headache. Her fingertips rubbed against the ground, and her white fingertips were rubbed bloody.
No, I must not fall here.
She shook her head hard, hoping that this would make her clearer. The severe pain tore at her, and she clenched her fists suddenly and slowly got up from the ground.
Rely on your own will and strive to move forward.
Looking at the magnificent throne above the hall, the shattered memories merged into a small piece and played in her mind.
Wearing a silver robe and a golden collar, she was unparalleled in beauty and majestic. Standing there, she seemed to be the ruler of the world, possessing the strength and temperament of an absolute strong person.
No one could compare to her, those devilish eyes radiated endless charm, and her chiseled features were the envy of all.
Among the people Zhao Ya knows, only Bai Yinglin can be compared to her.
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