Dark clouds churned, and the red moon emitted a flickering light. It was as if the heart was constantly spasming and gradually shriveling.
A dim red light gushed out from the huge crater, like a waterfall condensed from fresh blood. It poured down into the depths of the mountain forest, dyeing the colorful mandrake flowers, a shocking blood-red color in the daytime.
Amidst the thousands of blossoming blood flowers, an incomparably bitter battle... No, a one-sided massacre was being staged.
The four Origin Warriors were like eight-clawed octopuses with blades, Spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks tied to their tentacles, charging through the dense forest at lightning speed, leaping and shifting, capturing the white bone battalion elites who were fleeing in all directions.