In the Western Wilderness, a remote small city.
At the center of the city, there lay a flagstone plaza, piled high with corpses, the stench of blood reaching the heavens, clearly witnessing a great battle.
A dark figure stepped on the head of a middle-aged Taoist dressed in gray, crushing it underfoot, and spat, muttering under his breath, "Ptooey, damn it all, these splinter temples of the Blood God Sect are truly fucking numerous! This must be the sixth one already!"
This dark figure was none other than Despicable Donkey, who had discovered the "Blood Soul Pearl" and therefore decided to remain in this place to search for the headquarters of the Blood God Sect.
In this small city, nearly all the ordinary people had been transformed into the "Blood Spirit Corpses" mentioned by the protectors of the Blood God Sect, each like walking dead, relentlessly attacking once they received orders.
