The rain fell harder and harder, pounding the ground with a roar, water splashing into mist, obscuring vision more and more, within Xuanhu Sect, raindrops slapped the ground with a patter, the splashes were red.
All around the carriage, there were corpses everywhere,
Blood flowed into the puddles, staining the ground a deep red.
The battle was nearing its end,
Among Mo Yan'an's guards, only Yan Shan, this Fifth Realm Great Cultivator, still persisted, clutching a long sword, covered in blood, his clothes were in tatters, and his wounds were shocking.
However, Mo Zhening's men also suffered heavy casualties, only five or six were still standing, others were either corpses or lying in the rain, groaning in pain.
Yan Shan's figure was slightly hunched, one hand resting on the carriage railing, the other gripping the long sword stuck in the ground, his head lowered as he gasped heavily, this recent bloodbath was quite miserable.
Mo Zhening held an umbrella,
