The setting sun, red as blood, cast its light upon the land.
The blood staining the ground seemed to gleam. Gazing down from above, it held a strange, morbid beauty.
Chu Mu slowly descended from the sky, and his four Cyan Wolf Puppets converged to guard his flanks.
The numerous Foundation Establishment Powerhouses who had accompanied him also returned, one after the other.
Seeing so many Foundation Establishment Powerhouses gathered, Xu Yuan was clearly still in a daze, as if just waking from a dream. He staggered over in silence, his expression a complex mixture of emotions.
Then, streaks of light shot toward the heavens. Their departure was as sudden as their arrival.
The flashes of light streaked across the sky, vanishing from sight within a few breaths.
Upon the barren, desolate mountain, all that remained was the ruined encampment.
Though a dead silence had fallen, it was soon broken by a rising clamor.
