The further one walks, the more the eerie atmosphere of Wangdang Mountain becomes apparent.
At some point, rain started to fall from the sky.
The heavenly phenomenon here is completely different from the outside world; it is blood rain!
In an instant, the world is enveloped in a thick, rusty smell.
General Wei twisted his body uneasily, the blood rain did not fall on him, but was scorched into black mist by the terrifying Yang Qi emitting from his body.
Finally, a gigantic yellow mud blood pit appeared before Xu Guang.
It stretched as far as the eye could see, vast and boundless, with no grass, no dead trees, nothing at all, only varying depths of yellow mud pits. Apart from the sound of blood rain falling, the world was chillingly silent.
Faintly, a blood river could be seen slowly flowing through the Mass Grave.
This was a tributary of the Chujiang River, very famous because it originated from Wangdang Mountain but turned into ordinary water after joining the Chujiang.
