Blood flowed into a river that spanned thousands of miles, corpses piled up into a mountain that stood tall without collapsing!
What a horrifying sight it was; it felt as though the entire Great Wasteland had plunged into purgatory. Black mist choked the vault of the heaven, forming a dark veil that threatened to make the sun perish. Endless resentful spirits and vague apparitions appeared as if they were illusions. If Xiao Chen weren't experiencing it firsthand, he'd have thought it to be a dream.
Sounds of wind howled mournfully in the deserted wilderness. Corpses and bones scattered across, flesh and limbs flung everywhere!
