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The sky was dim. Shattered clouds, stained with a myriad of bleak Dao Rhythms, spoke of the battle's brutality.
The land was a barren wasteland, pockmarked with collapsed craters. Enormous, mountain-sized tiger fangs jutted from the ground, alongside various strange and enigmatic flames that burned in the gloom.
At this very moment, the soldiers of the Third Army were wandering through the ruins, searching.
Let alone the Spiritual Objects born from the concentrated blood qi and Dao Rhythms, the mere traces of techniques left behind by the crowd of Young Great Saints were a massive opportunity for these soldiers.
Take Cha Mo, for example!
Although Cha Mo was the first Young Great Saint to die at the hands of Fang Yang, he was not weak at all.
On the contrary, Cha Mo's mastery of the Poison Dao had reached its peak, and he had even used that expertise to branch out into other disciplines.
