「In the back mountains.」
At this moment, Hua Xiaotian was completely drenched in blood. His body was riddled with wounds from head to toe, his clothes torn to shreds like a beggar's. Fresh blood gushed ceaselessly from the crisscrossing gashes. Even his face bore a scar no less than ten centimeters long. A mixture of blood and cold sweat dripped relentlessly to the ground. His face was utterly drained of color, and his very footsteps had become unbearably heavy. Facing wave after wave of attacks from the near-Divine Ninjas, it seemed death was only a matter of time.
