Outside Huai Dan City.
A thin mist of blood spread across the barren mountains and plains.
Broken limbs piled up into small mountains, and thick blood gathered into streams, flowing toward the low-lying area. The blood-colored streams eventually ran side by side, turning into blood-colored ponds and low-lying areas.
A soldier with an indifferent expression carried a flag with the words 'Peace Under the World' written on it in black on a red background and headed for the mountain peak. They followed the blood-colored streams and went against the current.
When he reached the top of the mountain, a hint of fear flashed across his indifferent expression, and he clenched the flag in his hand hesitantly.
"Sir, according to the rules, the flag should be set at the highest point…"
In his eyes, a young man with shoulder-length hair stood up at an inappropriate time. Like a lion's thick hair, it swayed in the wind.