Chapitre 239: Foothold

"Just exactly how many Atman Body experts did he kill?"

Xi Qiao and Tu Shishan's legs were shivering and their stomachs cramped as they watched Zhong Yue tread across the river. They could vaguely see a sea of blood gushing over to them, so thick and viscous that it was like a bloody paste. It filled the air with the stench of rusty metal and blood.

The taste of iron and blood – the smell of the battlefield!

Zhong Yue tread on the calm river water as if he was marching on a battlefield filled with warriors and and warhorses, exuding the air of slaughter that belonged to a merciless butcher.

Even the sun seemed to appear blood-red, shining on the non-existent warriors and warhorses!