West County.
Snowflakes, along with the sand and dust, flurried through the air and made everything dreary.
The vast expanse of the field was littered with the corpses of soldiers. Some belonged to soldiers from the Guifang tribe, some from the Maurya Empire, and some, of course, from Western Liang.
The bodies on the ground highlighted the cruelty of the war.
Three figures stood in the middle of the battlefield.
The Buddhist Monk had turned into a demonic monk who faced the world with the back of his head forward, his neck 180 degrees in the opposite direction.
A jolt of strong, devilish energy which seemed to be filled with howls of souls of the deceased, emanated from his body.
The blond man was holding a sword that still radiated light. The energy around him was coalescing as well.
The strength of a Peak Foundation Building cultivator had started to show.
