Under Dragon Creek Mountain.
Bodies sprawled everywhere, blood staining the skies.
The setting sun, yet to fall below the horizon, poured across the sky, illuminating the swirling blood mist with a cold flicker of deathly intent.
The vast desolate mountains, beneath the blood-red sunset, rendered this place full of solemn slaughter!
A group of cultivators from the Asura Sect—apart from Huo Xingteng who still stood in place—all had become corpses!
Distant loose cultivators who had yet to leave, looking at Lin Tian, who stood there composed, at the rising blood fog in the air, turned pale with terror, trembling with fear, a chill rising from their hearts, their guts nearly splitting.
The scene before them was too horrifying!
Compared to the earlier melee, what lay before them now was a one-sided massacre that lasted only a few breaths, with over twenty heads fallen to the ground.
