The sky is getting brighter.
The people of Boulevard Mountain are all set and ready, fully alert, heading towards the territory of the White Dragon Alliance.
On usual days, when sparring and competing with one another, there is always a certain restraint.
But once on the battlefield, it's a fight to the death, and anyone would feel a bit scared.
After all, this is a war!
It's different from sect disputes or personal grudges.
Countless martial artists join the battlefield, and there will inevitably be bloodshed.
It's unavoidable that there will be casualties, but everyone hopes to be the lucky survivor.
As soon as they arrived at the territory of the White Dragon Alliance, the martial artists of Boulevard Mountain noticed the white cloth hanging there.
"Someone died?"
Someone asked with a trace of surprise.
Judging by the standard of the mourning flag, it seems an important person has died.
