As night fell, a round of Ming Yue had broken out of the clouds, casting a soft blue light across the mountains and valleys. The myriad low hills surround the Elemental Stone Vein fell silent. A gentle breeze blew past, what should have been a poetic scene, but here it was like a mountain of corpses and seas of blood.
Xiao Chen, with his furious killing spree of the War Soldiers from the Xuan She Kui Shui Clans, did not receive any pity from the thousands of tribesmen. Their bodies were left scattered amongst the chaotic stones.
The gentle breeze did not bring warmth but instead made the smell of blood more pervasive. Fortunately, when the Xuan She Kui Shui Tribe established their camp here, they deployed the strong ones from their tribe to clean out all the fierce beasts in the vicinity. Otherwise, with such a thick smell of blood, countless fierce beasts would have been attracted to this place long ago.
