Looking at the battlefield where even the topsoil was nearly gnawed away, Gu Xi felt a surge of blood stuck in his throat, almost unable to hold back.
"Forget it, I don't really need this body, pack up everything and prepare to leave."
If such an event had happened before the White Training Grand Ceremony, Gu Xi would have at least grumbled a bit.
But post-ceremony, Gu Xi commanded a force over ten thousand strong, enough to be deemed a minor lord anywhere.
Level 9 soldiers weren't sparse either; he didn't lack those one or two bodies.
With a bit of self-consolation, Gu Xi really left this time.
Not long after Gu Xi's departure, the stone statues discarded on the mountaintop began to change color; from gray to normal flesh color.
But due to the long passage of time, even if the petrification effect dissipated, these people couldn't be revived.
In the end, they could only lie on this mountaintop, enduring wind and sun, eventually becoming mere bone fragments on the summit.
