Ye Wudao and his two companions raced through the Blood-Red Forest. There were many ferocious beasts lurking in the trees and underbrush, but sensing the terrifying murderous aura emanating from the trio, they were only too eager to avoid them.
The group successfully crossed the Blood-Red Forest and arrived at the second area of the ancient battlefield.
A vast valley lay before them, with ruins and broken walls, not a blade of grass in sight, while gale force winds ravaged the area, so strong that ordinary martial artists could hardly stand steady.
"What a huge wind this is!" Ye Wudao said, his face filled with wonder.
"Young Beiwang, this is what's known as Crazy Wind Valley, also called Death Valley. Stepping into this place means you're truly entering the ancient battlefield!" Zhou Tai explained.
Just then, several massive gale giant eagles circled in the sky, darkening the sun.
"Are those the Crazy Wind Giant Eagles?" Ye Wudao asked curiously.