Deep within the Extreme East.
Almost the moment Xiao Yi had just left, a white-clothed figure arrived on his heels.
"So this is the Extreme East? It really is this desolate."
Before long, Senior Swordswoman arrived before that stretch of Poisonous Land.
Of course, that Poisonous Land had already been scoured by the Martial Arts Rain, leaving only a thin, viscous film.
The poison could be washed away, but the traces of violent battle spread across ten thousand miles around it had never disappeared.
Looking at those huge craters, those shocking sword marks everywhere, Senior Swordswoman was stunned on the spot.
A skilled Martial Artist could, just from these traces, roughly picture how fierce that battle had been.
That fair, jade-like slender hand was already tightly clenched.
Those clear, beautiful eyes had already turned icy cold.
