Within the vast forest, battles were erupting everywhere.
But at some point, the sounds of battle gradually began to quiet down; the eruptions of fighting also started to diminish.
The entire forest, compared to the previous state full of slaughter, was now noticeably calmer.
Of course, the killing had not completely stopped.
Within the forest, there were still black-clothed martial artists, wielding grim sickles, reaping the lives of Martial Arts Geniuses one by one.
Long ago, the forest had been completely filled with a strong scent of blood.
These smells were, for some, pungent and nauseating.
For others, it was filled with excitement, thrill, and all the more frenzied killing amusement.
And for a certain figure constantly shuttling through the forest, it was another kind of indescribable feeling.
Perhaps it was excitement, or perhaps a surge of hot-blooded enthusiasm, but perhaps more than anything, it was an exhilarating sense of delight.
