Ancestor Mountain.
Graves and burial earth, the angry winds howl.
"Bang"
"Bang"
"Bang"
"What the hell are these things!"
Amidst the fog, angry shouts and booming noises echoed together.
A mass of fog was torn open violently, blood splattered, and two halves of a corpse were ripped apart. A tall figure, with bloodstained armor and a fierce aura, charged out. Its bulging leopard eyes were mostly white, resembling a beast, as it stared at the foggy and paper-strewn mountain forest.
Soon, five or six figures appeared behind him, each looking as if they had just been through a bloody battle.
"General Wei!"
"These people seem to be dead, as if they've come from those graves."
Someone spoke from behind, with eyes held in astonishment, looking ahead.
These people had crawled out from piles of the dead, but now their tones carried a sense of intrigue and horror.
