Hai Character Camp.
The air was thick with the smell of charred wood, clothes, and flesh. Mud-sculpted barracks had collapsed in patches, and the ground was pocked with blasted pits, its edges seared black by the flames.
The entire camp was eerily silent, and every so often, tufts of ash-grey dust on the ground made Chen Mu's expression shift noticeably.
That was the ash of Yin Spirits after their death. Just by looking at the thin layer of white ash, one knew that a vast number of Yin Spirits had perished the night before.
"The attack must have come from the Red-eyed Water Apes that struck by night," Shen Yan said, his face solemn as he looked around at the signs of destruction.
At the edge of the camp, staring at the jumbled footsteps leading in all directions, Chen Mu was filled with disbelief: "A camp this large, just collapsed and dissipated?"
That was hundreds of thousands of Yin Spirits!