Above the craggy, picturesque peaks, cultivators and Monster Beasts were locked in a chaotic tangle, with blood and corpses piled high. Yet, at this moment, both the cultivators and the beasts had momentarily ceased their slaughter, all eyes fixed upon the horizon.
White frost and fiery crimson flames transformed into a sky full of ice crystals and burning sparks, drifting down to dye the entire heavens in red and white.
"Who won?"
"Awoo?"
Chapter 221