At the base of the Heavenly Eagle Sect, corpse qi filled the sky and a heap of skeletons silently scattered around the foot of the mountain.
Blood formed a thick stream, appearing as if it was carving out a protective moat around the mountain. It was clear that this place had seen endless fierce battles and had finally turned into its present state.
In the sky, massive eagle creatures circled and screeched. On the mountain slope, a bunch of warriors dressed in brown robes stared with their eagle-like eyes, a chilling coldness in their gaze.
The group was led by a tall, young man. Many fighters looked at the young man, a sense of fear unwillingly creeping into their eyes.
"Who is he? He can hold back dozens of us single-handedly." A martial artist nursing a broken arm had a mix of greed and fear in his eyes. Holding his broken arm, he pushed it against the fracture. Shortly after, a surge of blood spurted from the wound and stitched it up.
