Bloody mist drifted and the forest was filled with an acrid fishy smell. Within the thistles and thorns, below the branches of the ancient trees, between the stone rubble and forest, one dead corpse after another lay, the bodies pierced through or torn apart, but all dying aggrieved.
The huge mountain forest was completely silent. A deathly silence. The old madman's prophecy had come true. As far as the eye could see, bones of the dead littered the ground and blood dyed the ground red.
"Died…they all died…it comes again…" The old madman's eyes had no expression as he looked up into the sky and muttered to himself.
"You're wrong. At least the two of us are still alive." Ye Fan still had some lingering fear from seeing the dozen or so ferocious beasts slaughter the cultivators. It was completely one-sided without any humans being able to resist.
