In the bloody, barren world, the sky was dark.
The roars of tigers and the howls of wolves rose and fell beside Qin Huai. The soaring smell of blood made him, who had experienced bloody battlefields, feel his stomach churn.
The pine trees here were more than a hundred meters tall and grew under the blood sky.
The ground beneath Qin Huai's feet trembled, and the tigers and wolves beside him growled. Their fur was extremely long, and their fangs were exposed. Their eyes glowed with green light.
They didn't look at Qin Huai, but Qin Huai felt an immense pressure, as if Mount Tai was crushing him.
Moments later, the fierce tiger roared and charged into the distance.
Qin Huai's gaze followed the tiger and the pack of wolves, and he saw a similarly huge creature fighting with them.
The mountain range was smashed into pieces, and blood gathered into a river. The purgatory-like world was engraved in Qin Huai's mind.