The Bloodfallen Land, one of the most dangerous places in the Giant Stone Valley, was shrouded in a dense, bloody aura even at noon. While in other areas of the Stone Valley, the sun was glaring, the sunlight here was completely blocked by the strong blood mist. A sinister wind blew, casting eerie shadows everywhere.
On a simple small road, two figures emerged on horseback. The rugged and uneven path caused the horses to stumble from time to time. However, the two riders seemed to be in perfect harmony with their mounts. They rode with erect bodies, unaffected by the rough terrain, and forged ahead as if they were on level ground.
Through the blood-red fog, one could vaguely see the leading figure holding a war spear as thick as a baby's arm. He had a black Great Bow on his back, and the fine steel arrow feathers in his arrow basket collided with each other, making a clinking sound with the rhythm of the horse's stride.
