Outside Of Time



This was because what was grinded out of the millstone was only death. As for victory or defeat, that was just an appendage.

Xu Qing silently watched the battlefield.

The sky over the battlefield showed no significant changes in daylight; it remained dim and gloomy as far as the eye could see.

This held true even during the daytime, and at night, the darkness only intensified.

Screams, blood, and anomalous substances were the main theme here. No one knew how long this cruel music would last.

One could imagine how great the sense of oppression would be if this kind of endless slaughter continued.

Under such pressure, what kind of despair would rise?

Xu Qing silently retracted his gaze. He had seen most of the macroscopic details of the battlefield. The killing continued. The various methods of both sides continued to be displayed on the bloody millstone.

Death had already become the norm.

Surviving was a miracle.

However, at least for now, Xu Qing didn't see too many deserters.

"There's no room for retreat."

Xu Qing mumbled. Standing on the abandoned puppet mountain, he turned his head and looked at Fenghai County. Even he, who had experienced countless hardships alone since he was young, had something to worry about today, let alone others.

Worry was what a living being should have.

After a long time, Xu Qing retracted his gaze from Fenghai County and looked at the rhombus-shaped magic artifacts that were constantly emitting the power of distortion in the sky.

"There's a hint of the power of the Red Moon on these magic artifacts."

This was something Xu Qing had sensed. At the same time, the black snow that permeated the battlefield also gave him a similar feeling.

However, the distance was a little far, so the feeling wasn't very clear.

Xu Qing pondered for a moment before leaving the abandoned puppet mountain and heading to the battlefield.

When he passed by the place where the numb-looking old man was sitting, the old man shouted at Xu Qing.

"Come back alive!"

His voice was hoarse and indistinct.

Xu Qing stopped in his tracks and vaguely heard the other party's shout. He then looked at the old man.

He didn't know the other party and neither of them had spoken earlier. This was the first sentence.

The old man didn't speak anymore. He looked at the battlefield with a sorrowful expression.

Xu Qing fell silent and nodded. He then transformed into a rainbow and rushed toward the golden net in front of him.

He wanted to go to the battlefield to sense the black snow and the power of the rhombus-shaped magic artifacts in the sky. If these two types of existences were really activated by the power of the Red Moon, Xu Qing felt that he might be of greater help to this war.

Hence, he unleashed his full speed and instantly crossed the golden net, stepping on the ground formed by the accumulation of flesh and blood.

The stench of blood was even denser than in the large net and the wet wind waves formed by the spray of blood gushed over without any obstruction and landed on Xu Qing's face.

It was damp and stinky.

Even the most bloodthirsty person would feel nauseous and uncomfortable when they smelled this smell.

Because the number of deaths was too high, this place contained extreme despair.

Under the influence of this emotion, people's eyes instinctively turned bloodshot. Whether it be from fear or excitement, the redness in their eyes remained constant, especially when these two emotional fluctuations intertwined.

Entering the battlefield gave Xu Qing a different feeling than watching it from afar.

The impact of vision, the eruption of hearing, and the overwhelming smell all contributed to a more vivid experience.

The pained faces, the cruel malevolence, the pursuit and retreat, the madness and confusion. It was like a painter was outlining these scenes incomparably meticulously in front of Xu Qing.

In fact, unknowingly, the other party had also drawn him into the painting, becoming an insignificant point in this war scene.

Beside this point, a figure of the Holy Wave Race whistled over with malevolence and cruelty, grabbing at Xu Qing's head.

The black snow formed a magic artifact that was like a ghost claw and erupted with extraordinary might. However, the instant the Holy Wave Race cultivator's cruel smile appeared, Xu Qing disappeared.

At the next instant, a black dagger slit his neck.

As the blood splattered and the head flew up, this Holy Wave Race cultivator saw a figure standing beside a headless corpse.

Xu Qing licked away the blood that splattered onto the corner of his mouth. The salty and astringent taste caused his red eyes, which had been tainted by war, to emit the baleful aura hidden in his body.

Xu Qing didn't waste time. He instantly rushed out and the power of the Poison Restriction spread out, enveloping his body.

Wherever he passed, as long as he got close, the bodies of all the Holy Wave Race members would tremble. Blood-curdling screams that he couldn't hear rang out from under their armor as their bodies rotted.

Xu Qing wasn't worried about accidentally injuring others because there were clearly more Holy Wave Race members on this battlefield. Moreover, his poison surrounded the surface of his body and to a certain extent, he could control it freely. The possibility of allies being poisoned wasn't high.

As he moved forward, he began to observe the black snowflakes that were everywhere on the battlefield at close range. He allowed them to land on his body and carefully sensed the power of the Red Moon contained in them.

However, as he probed, the snowflakes that landed on his body emitted unstable fluctuations. Their structure collapsed on its own.

"Yes and no…" Xu Qing fell silent.

There was indeed a trace of the power of the Red Moon in these snowflakes, but the amount was too little and insignificant.

What it contained was mainly some kind of chaotic power. Xu Qing could only influence it to a small extent. In fact, if he was slightly careless, the snow would collapse.

If he wanted to truly control it, he still needed to observe and experiment.

As for the poison contained in it, it was nothing in front of Xu Qing's own poison.