Chapter 1192: Battle (3)

At that moment, Ye Qingtang was standing on the top of the city wall, looking over the hell-like battlefield. At that moment, her feelings were mixed, and she did not feel any pleasure or joy at having conquered a formidable enemy.

The blood on the long sword that she held in her hand had congealed into beads and slowly dripped down.

The little white tiger squatted near Ye Qingtang. Its body of snow-white fur was stained red.

"Ah…"

After a long time, the little white tiger sighed softly. "I've seen all kinds of species at war… Only the wars between humans… involve many innocent people."

"On a battlefield, no one is innocent." Ye Qingtang paused for a moment before speaking softly. Then, she turned and left.