The night was deep.
A bloody glow stained the horizon, as if a blood moon loomed over the land.
Li Chang'an had arrived at the outskirts of the Black Dragon Mountain Range.
His expression was solemn as his gaze swept across the land below.
'This battle was truly brutal.'
The ground was littered with the severed limbs and mangled corpses of Human Race Cultivators. Scarlet blood pooled on the earth, forming lakes of gore that exuded a nauseating, metallic stench.
The air was thick with the aura of death and slaughter, like a Purgatory on earth.
Demon Beast carcasses were almost nowhere to be seen. They had either been devoured by other Demon Beasts or collected by Human Race Cultivators in exchange for contribution points.
In the distance, many Human Race Cultivators could still be seen entering the Black Dragon Mountain Range to hunt down Demon Beasts.
'It's just as Dahuang said. They've all been driven into a killing frenzy.'
