In the southwest direction of Canglang Mountain, a valley full of rugged rocks.
It seemed as if a brutal battle had just taken place here, with bodies lying in disarray on the ground, and blood-stained spikes on fences and barricades.
A half-collapsed tent from a bonfire belched black smoke outward.
The remaining people.
Their bodies were also wrapped in bandages, and they appeared exhausted.
Some were squatting on the ground, eating chunks of meat in small bites to replenish their strength.
Others were continuously wiping their weapons or silently reciting blessings and Heart Sutras to combat the kind of fear that could drive one crazy.
In the center of the valley.
Su Li, clad in a plain white dress, held a long sword in her hand.
Beside her was another woman about thirty years old, donned in silver armor and wielding a long spear.
