A gigantic red sun sets in the west, the evening glow is like blood, the crimson clouds heavy, making the majority of the sky red, as though blood is spreading, bleak yet strange.
There's even a scent of blood, rushing into people's mouths and noses.
This is not an illusion, because the ground is echoing with cries of battle, countless creatures are engaged in a life-and-death struggle, blood spilling everywhere.
The battlefield is vast, the number of creatures uncountable, bodies piling up tens of thousands of miles, from various races.
This is a battle of Cultivators, incomparable to ordinary people, the scope too wide!
Because even slightly stronger Cultivators can traverse hundreds or even thousands of miles in battle, killing eastward, campaigning westward, the vast desert becomes a large battlefield.
"Kill..." The sound of slaughter pierces the clouds, shaking the earth, the long sky constantly crumbling, for the creatures in combat are too powerful.
