Emerging from that shell, Du Chengfeng was momentarily struck with a sense of disorientation, as if he had been away for ages.
It was because he had been killing for far too long on that blood-soaked battlefield, interwoven with willpower and spirit. From extinguishing the first Evil Qi of the steppe warriors, to the very last, a figure wielding an Overlord Halberd identical to himself, wiping out all those whose formed evil shadows opposed him. Who knew how long it took?
Fortunately, he finally succeeded.
It was a protracted process, an overly lengthy process, so long that even he couldn't calculate it, long enough to surpass the memories of that colossal giant, or Nam Chen's Emperor. After all, Nam Chen's Emperor at his longest only outlived that Heavy Great Saber by a few decades, but Du Chengfeng genuinely killed for such a duration.
Unlike those experiences, this was something he accomplished himself, war achievements he forged personally.
