Along this path of bloody footprints, countless fragments of magical weapons were scattered around, including swords, knives, cauldrons, umbrellas, and halberds, to name a few.
The ferocity of the battle could be seen from the numerous fragments of magical weapons and bloody footprints.
A full quarter of an hour later.
A cultivator appeared in the middle of the desolate farmland, stepping on a blood sword and landing in front of the flame that had only a hint of ember left, his face uncertain.
"Yuan Changtian's presence vanished here."
"The Qi of that Xuandan Sect cultivator also disappeared, but there was no corpse left behind."
"The fight here is so fierce that even I am terrified."
