It was a bloody mess on the South side of the Gulu plain, with corpses of martial artists from the Kalahari dynasty and the Cloud Dew dynasty sprawled out on the yellow sand, and blood soaked into the ground, turning it into a darker color under the moonlight.
Loud voices rang out from time to time as men and women screamed and shouted for various reasons, weapons rose and fell asleep lines of blood drew arcs across the air.
Explosive sounds rumbled occasionally as each person displayed their various martial arts techniques and attacked their opponents with unconcealed killing intent.
Their fight had expanded for dozens more kilometers, and everyone attacked any opponent in sight; attacks would rain down on someone who was fighting someone else.
In the heart of this chaos, a space of two hundred meters was currently covered in tens of corpses. All of them had sword wounds and had been slashed in severe places; some even had disembodied parts lying about.
