Tu Shizong, a certain secret base.
"Hahaha! Everyone, we actually succeeded."
"Yes, even though we've lost our memories, our love for slaughter in the Spiritual World has brought us together again!"
"Hahaha, like-mindedness truly makes a difference!"
They kept laughing, extremely arrogant, with a kind of extreme morbidity.
The aura of killing around them was intense.
The books they read were all about the lives of generals from ancient battlefields.
Even if they haven't killed anyone in reality, in the spiritual world, at the very least, they've slaughtered tens of thousands, cutting down innumerable soldiers.
They cultivated telekinesis to nurture a murderous aura.
Gathered here now, they were like gods of war on a battlefield of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, each standing atop a mountain of bodies, bathing in lakes of blood, their entire beings radiating terrifying murderous intent.
