In the black of night, within the confines of Minor Hillock Mountain.
A thick, rich scent of blood wafted through the air.
The ground was littered with severed limbs and broken bodies. The garrison defending Minor Hillock Mountain had been completely massacred.
Kong Ye's blood-stained head lay discarded on the ground, his face still twisted with rage, his eyes wide open, yet devoid of any life.
Additionally, bits of flesh and dark blood, which slowly corroded the earth, were scattered on the ground.
Within Minor Hillock Mountain, a cold, desolate street, flanked by rows of houses, had appeared at some point.
At the end of the street, a moderately sized courtyard sat as if forgotten by the world. Bright light projected from it, lending a semblance of life to the street.
A young Demonfolk walked slowly down the street.
His left hand had been cleanly severed at the base, leaving only the right hand intact.
Clearly, to kill Kong Ye, the Demon Evils had paid a hefty price.
