The Scorching Sun Rises in the East

On the 14th day of July in the 100th year of the Northern Emperor's reign, the fierce wind covered his body with blood and looked at the disappearing blood-red mist, and he couldn't help but whisper: ... Is this the end... Or... Looking back, I looked back at the green grasslands and forests. At this time, there were more than a thousand corpses lying everywhere. Lying in the wilderness, but out of sight, there were several times the number of corpses that had been killed for the same purpose.