From sunrise to sunset, and again from sunrise to sunset...
The war had officially started, and three days had passed.
Yet the pace of the war not only hadn't weakened, it had even intensified.
Just in the Hua Da Mountain battlefield alone, both sides had already committed over ten million soldiers!
Such a scale was unprecedented in the long history of mankind!
The number of daily sacrifices was unimaginably high!
Corpses piled up into hills, the streams running through the mountains were all covered in blood, and in some places, the soil had turned a dark brown from clotted blood and flesh, the air seemed to carry an unshakable scent of rust.
That was the smell of fresh blood.
Even Shen Hao, in these three days of intense combat, felt the limits of his body.