"Quick, clean up the battlefield!"
As the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, the various forces contending for this canyon were about to determine the victor when they were caught off guard by Wu Xi and his men. Leaving behind more than a dozen corpses, these people became fearful. With no other choice, they could only retreat resentfully.
The canyon was like a long, narrow slit torn open by a knife. At its widest, the diameter was only about a kilometer, and the deepest part was approximately six hundred meters from the ground. It was quite long, roughly four to five kilometers in length.
This kind of terrain meant that the accumulated spirit veins and the disseminated spiritual power were exceptionally concentrated. Inside the canyon, misty fog swirled around, and even with the dim light, one needed to carry a torch even in broad daylight to navigate it.
