Little Shrubby's figure had almost melded with the land of the Desolate Blood Battlefield.
The land was red and so was Little Shrubby, making it hard to differentiate the two at the speed he was traveling. If one looked at it from a distance, they might even think that they had a mistake and rub their eyes.
Even blinking might make them miss the speeding figure of Little Shrubby.
"There it is!" just after five minutes, Lin Mu and Little Shrubby discovered the first landmark.
It was a hill that was just a hundred meters tall surrounded by tens of similar hills. The only difference was that this was the only hill that had sword marks on it. They were remnants of the past and now served a new purpose.
"These marks though… they weren't made mistakenly." Lin Mu narrowed his eyes.
Having developed Sword Intent, Lin Mu could tell this instinctively.
