Chuxuan and Tushan Honghong rushed rapidly toward the inner areas of Tushan, kicking up fine dust from the ground beneath their feet, every step seemingly laden with desperate urgency. Tushan Honghong moved with athletic agility, her robes fluttering wildly in the howling wind like a leaping flame. Deep within her eyes, worry surged like a violent tide, almost drowning out her usual steady composure. Her delicate face was slightly paled by anxiety, and her red lips were tightly pressed together, betraying her inner tension. Chuxuan wore an equally solemn expression as he followed closely behind her, beads of fine sweat already beading on his forehead, yet he dared not slacken his pace in the slightest. The wind wailed piercingly in their ears, as if mourning the catastrophic disaster this land had just suffered, adding an even more lethal chill to the tense atmosphere.
Stepping into Tushan, the devastation before his eyes made Chuxuan’s heart instantly contract. The once bustling Tushan, filled with the warmth of human habitation, now looked as though it had plunged into the Avici hell. Numerous Tushan guards lay scattered across the ground in disarray; their bodies were horribly mutilated, blood having soaked through their once-bright armor, where mottled rust mixed with thick blood and emitted a pungent, foul odor. A few guards weakly clutched their gushing wounds, uttering painful, low groans so faint they seemed ready to be swept away by the wind at any moment. Only a me…
Chapter 348