Old Robert walked toward the mountain gate of the Immortal Peak Temple, having donned his helmet and face armor once more, carrying that enormous sword which seemed more suited for ceremonial purposes than for the battlefield.
Iwami Yixin was quite eager to see how he would wield the sword, so he slowed his light footsteps and followed behind the Southern Barbarian Warrior.
The two hadn't walked for ten minutes before they saw the wide-open mountain gate and the road winding up the mountain.
The mountain gate was nothing remarkable, and the mountain road was equally unexceptional.
However, when that winding road upwards became a path for a red stream with the stench of blood flowing downward... the scene took on a different flavor.
Old Robert lifted up his iron-shod foot, only to realize that the crimson liquid had already reached the place where he stood.
Beside him, Iwami Yixin chuckled lightly.
"So much blood... well, at least enough for a dozen people."
