Krong—
A mountainous giant fell back as the light faded from his eyes and a finger-size hole bore through his forehead.
Around him were corpses from many races, each one distinct from the other.
The only thing they had in common was the fact that they were all strong and powerful cultivators, their blood essence didn't disperse after death but instead gathered together into a pool of blood that soaked their bodies in it.
In the midst of the bloody battlefield, a skeleton was treading across the pool surface, it looked glanced around and mumbled curiously, "Strange, why are these guys swarming over at me? I'm not a treasure or anything, what interest do they have in me?"
