Blood flowed for a thousand miles, and corpses littered the ground.
The land was like a wasteland, permeated with a desolate and deathly aura.
As a territory closer to the border of the Demon race, the situation in Yanzhou was far more severe than in Lingzhou.
Just one day!
The patriarch of the Li Family fell, Lingzhou and Yanzhou were overrun, all in just one day!
All of Yanzhou had turned into this desolate and miserable landscape!
Wang Qingfeng, holding a long spear in one hand, walked on the bloody ground of Yanzhou with a sullen face.
After a short while, he arrived in front of a mountain that had been cut in half.
There, sat a figure dressed in a Gold-Patterned Profound Robe, perched atop a massive boulder.
Next to that figure, a Ghost Head Greatsword was planted upright, emitting an astonishingly fierce energy.
"I am Wang Qingfeng," he said. "Dare I ask if your honor is the newly promoted National Martial Saint of Great Jin?"
