SPLATTER...
Blood fell like rain.
More Demon Beasts had died in the last hour than in the previous several hundred years in Chu State combined. Perhaps, after today, the name 'Mountain of Ten Thousand Demons' would be wiped from the memory of Chu State, replaced by the likes of Blood Mountain or Ghost Mountain...
But at this moment, no one could afford to think so far ahead.
The whole scene—from the moment the beast tide surged forth to the ensuing melee—seemed to stretch on for ages, but in reality, less than half the time it takes to drink a cup of tea had passed. Yet the level of danger and sheer brutality far surpassed the great battle in the canyons of Celestial Ghost Ridge and the defense of Primordial City.
This was especially true for those from Jinyun Valley.
They had stared death in the face several times already.
