A battlefield stained with blood, with allies and enemies slaughtered alike.
A lone figure walked through it, dragging his limping leg as he didn't even have enough energy to make any sudden moves, having expended all his Origin Essence while his stamina was at rock bottom.
"Help! HELP! HELPPP!" A middle-aged man screamed nearby, having lost all his limbs, bleeding out profusely as he stared with the last vestiges of his strength, hoping to survive as light leaked out of his eyes.
But the lone figure didn't seem to have heard that, continuing to limp bit by bit, eventually reaching the rear end of the battlefield, hoping to take a rest when suddenly, a majestic bird appeared in the skies, unleashing a corrosive mist that resembled water vapour at first glance.
