The clouds covered up the sunlight, causing it to slowly fade across the windy battlefield. Time passed ever so slowly; the autumn winds carried a chill special only to Yan Bei as it swept across the vast plains. From midnight to noon, from noon to dusk, fresh blood stained the entire Huolei Plains as the crimson-red Huoyun flowers were in full bloom, revealing its deep red petals. Living human beings, who were still in abundance in the morning, now lay dead on the icy, cold ground, like uprooted maize.