Blood splattered, carving shocking lines through the air, like twisted red ribbons.
Pools of Yanhong blood quickly gathered on the ground, steaming in the cold wind, the heat tangled with the stench of blood, spreading everywhere. The scene was gruesome and savage, the Salt Road like a Human Purgatory, filled to the brim with death and terror.
Guo Xiangyu was spurring her horse into a mad gallop along the Salt Road, the gale like an Ancient Fierce Beast that had torn free of its Sealing, roaring wantonly, whipping her clothes till they snapped and billowed like a black war banner flapping in the wind, her hair like crazed ink serpents, flying wild.
