Sunset Slope.
It earned its name because every day at dusk, the last rays of the setting sun would vanish from this very spot.
Sunset Slope was pockmarked with craters and littered with debris, the destructive marks of powerful Martial Skills visible everywhere. In just one day, it had been the stage for no fewer than ten intense battles, each one involving a True Martial Realm Powerhouse.
At this moment, in the deepest part of Sunset Slope, several powerhouses from the Lui Family, the City Lord's Mansion, and the Red Flame Army were leaning against the withered trunk of a decaying tree, seizing the chance to recover their True Qi.
In the shadows behind the dead tree, a dozen or so heavily injured experts lay on the ground, being tended to by others.
Lui Tiantian's pretty face was drained of all color. A deep sorrow clouded her features as she asked in a tearful voice, "Brother Yifa, are we going to die here?"
"No, absolutely not!"
