The wind and sand swept by, revealing the desolation of Tianhuang Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain and at its waist, corpses were scattered haphazardly, crimson blood flowing constantly from fatal wounds, soaking the ground.
The setting sun further accentuated the melancholy.
In an underground tunnel near the mountaintop, a mysterious young man in a straw raincoat was holding a blade, pinning a Tianhuang Mountain guard to the stone wall.
The guard had already lost his breath, yet his eyes remained wide open, filled with terror.
As if he had seen something horrifying before his death.
With a "thud,"
the young man in the straw raincoat stepped back and withdrew his knife, causing the corpse pinned to the wall to collapse to the ground, joining another guard in becoming a dead soul.
Lu Ran adjusted the blood crystal mask with one hand and turned to look at the living quarters behind him, where more than ten people were trembling with fear.
