"It's fine," Xun Zixian said, "This place is covered in poisonous swamps and the terrain is complicated. We don't have enough time to clear it all out now. I'll have someone take care of the aftermath later."
Mo Hua nodded.
Then the two raised their heads together, looking toward the white mist, where miasma and blood fog intertwined, a vast, indistinct sky—both of them furrowed their brows at the same time.
They were both Formation Masters, and exceptionally gifted ones at that, able to sense the strange energies permeating Yanluo Mountain's Blood Swamp and the sinister currents in the bloody Evil Formation there.
"So the Formation is fueled by slaughter..." Mo Hua murmured.
Xun Zixian's gaze trembled slightly, "All killing brings blood, white bone, rotting flesh, and the resentment and terror people experience before death, the Yin Qi and Evil Qi that follow... These are the source power of the Evil Formation."
