A cool breeze swept through, causing the leaves on the mountain range to rustle. The clouds that had blocked the sun were scattered by the sudden gust of wind, and the warm sunlight poured onto the ground. The weather, which had once dimmed, was bright once more, as if the clouds had parted to reveal a clear blue sky.
The bright sunshine highlighted Angelina's enchanting and seductive face. However, at this moment, her captivating eyes were filled with sheer shock and terror. Under the sun, the expressions on her face shifted continuously, and her once vivid lips paled with fear. The sight before her gave her an illusion of being on the brink of Hell.
The ground could be described as a river of blood. The once brown earth and green wild grass were all dyed red with blood. The sprawling corpses lay haphazardly on the ground, and the thick, pungent scent of blood was enough to make one feel the urge to bend over and vomit.
