The place was a mess, with smoke rising everywhere.
Almost every short distance, large numbers of corpses could be seen, all dead in miserable ways.
Blood soaked the ground, turning it into patches of crimson mud.
Not far away, the pale green poisonous mist shrouding the swamp was slowly dissipating.
That made the outline of the entire swamp much clearer.
In the piles of corpses, there were still some severely wounded warriors on the verge of death, letting out faint groans.
This emergence of the Little Black Dragon was an absolute blood-soaked calamity for the Lords of this region.
On the western side of the Poison Swamp, a huge Skeleton Cage loomed faintly over the earth.
It became the beacon guiding Favide forward.
They advanced swiftly, taking the Skeleton Cage's location as their target.
Warhorses pounded across the ground, kicking up dark red clods of dirt.
The heavy stench of blood and the peculiar reek of ruptured organs hung stubbornly in the air.
