The breeze was blowing, and the air was filled with a disgusting stench of corpses. Zhang Xiu stood on the high slope of Shuangzhong Ridge and looked at the black forest below the small hill, only to see countless corpses piled up in the gloomy bushes, and the originally calm and beautiful woods had become a hell on earth.

There was a sturdiest tree at the foot of the hill, and Zhang Xiu's brother lay there, and he fell crooked in the grass under the tree, his body curled up in a ball.

His helmet shattered, and the congealed blood stained Tie Qing's face half red, and his eyes stared blankly at Zhang Xiu, his face distorted with pain and despair.

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