Meanwhile…
On another location within the secret realm but outside the Island of Blood Ants…
The secluded valley nestled deep within the mystic mountains was a silent witness to the coming storm.
A vast stretch of desolate wildernesses surrounded the place, where the only sounds were the rustling of wind through jagged trees and the distant roars of hidden beasts.
However, within the valley, the air was charged with an ominous energy, the scent of blood and the crackle of fierce battles hanging in the air.
At the center of this chaotic drama was Zhao Yin, a disciple of the Heavenly Moon Sect, his presence akin to a shadow weaving through the ongoing carnage.
His silvery white robes, embroidered with the delicate, glowing blue moon symbols, were spattered with blood.
Yet, his demeanor remained calm, almost eerily so, as if he were merely strolling through an ordinary day rather than battling for survival in the heart of a warzone.
