章 3223: A Deathmatch of attrition? _1

Tang Zhen's group coincidentally witnessed a battle when they arrived at their destination. The battle between both parties was unusually intense.

There were more than 10000 cultivators on both sides. The battle was earth-shattering, and the corpses of cultivators from both sides kept falling to the ground.

This kind of brutal fighting had obviously been going on for a long time. Otherwise, the battlefield environment would not be so tragic.

The killing continued for a long time, almost to the point of losing half of their men, before they chose to withdraw their troops and return to their camps.

No one cheered, and no one cried. There was only a despairing silence.

The surviving cultivators seemed to have turned into walking corpses, their eyes flashing with indifference and madness.

This terrifying war was like a terrifying meat grinder. If one threw themselves into it, they would be crushed to pieces.