As far as he could see, the once-menacing faction of cultivators that had threatened to slaughter their city and destroy their nation was now nothing more than a graveyard.
The ground was covered in corpses.
Some had their heads crushed, some had their chests run through with sharp weapons, and others were so torn apart that not a single complete limb could be found.
In the distance, the formations of the one-hundred-thousand-strong imperial army were long since buried under piles of bodies, with blood forming rivers.
And in the very center of this sea of blood and mountains of corpses...
A young girl in red robes sat quietly, cross-legged.
The very air around her was distorting as countless streams of dark-red blood malice and grayish-black resentment flooded madly into her petite frame.
The resentment was so thick that it condensed into a hideous vortex above her head.
The girl showed signs of resistance, but in her desire to grow stronger, she refused none of it.
