The sound of battle within the vast forest became increasingly faint.
However, the rich scent of blood did not lessen at all; instead, it grew more intense.
Because there were still Martial Artists continuously dying.
Be it those black-clothed Martial Artists, or Heavenly Talents from various regions.
Several hours later.
The overwhelming scent of blood in the air suddenly reached a bottleneck, still growing thicker, but the rate of increase was exceedingly slow.
This indicated that fewer people were dying; the pace of death had slowed down.
The originally noisy vast forest suddenly fell into a strange calm.
Yet, this calm was clearly extremely oppressive, like the calm before the storm.
Hunters and hunted, the roles had blurred and could no longer be distinguished.
The only difference lay in who would overpower whom, who would break the calm first, stirring the storm into full fury.
...
Deep in the forest, within a pavilion.
