The epic and legendary tale of an extraordinary young man rising up from the masses, traversing his life in the pursuit of quantity over quality. His inquisitive voice echoes infinitely through the hills of the immortal Academy: "I am one who would rather suffer an eternity of destined calamities than beg for solace from thy saints..."
The sky was dark and the solid grassland turned into swamp.
No matter how strong the Desolate Man warriors were, as long as they were unable to run at high speed like they did at the border of the Hot Sea, they had lost their most essential capability. In the eyes of the grassland cavalry, who were busily pulling their bows, they had instantly became immobilized targets for their arrows. No matter how amazing their defense were, after numerous arrows pierced through their bodies, they would still eventually died from bleeding.