There was an abundance of Yang qi in the stone forest and they soared from beneath the ground in strips whereas wisps of Yang qi emerged from the cracks between rocks like gentle flames jumping about.
More than ten badly damaged and bloodstained divine corpses were lying between rocks. Every single one of them died in a relatively tragic state.
Some of them didn't have heads whereas others didn't even have a quarter of their bodies left; some of them were even badly mutilated. Even if they had terrifying God blood that blossomed with resplendent radiance, it couldn't change their miserable conclusion either.
Chu Feng took a close look and observed every corpse in detail. These people were wearing pieces of incomplete armour, but they were shattered to the point where they couldn't be used anymore. Grey mist contaminated them as the metal armour pierced into their physical bodies.
