Chapter 487

In front of a massive mountain. The roar of violent explosions and flames reaching toward the sky set the nearby dense forest ablaze. Many had already fallen; corpses lay scattered across the cold, gravelly ground, and blood pooled everywhere. The air was thick with the suffocating stench of carnage. The two sides stood locked in a tense standoff, the situation at a stalemate. Behind Daoist Jiu stood a group of warriors, each bearing visible, bleeding wounds, looking utterly battered. The side from Xianren Village was no better off—their numbers had dwindled sharply, and they were covered in injuries. Xianren Village had not brought many people to begin with; every life was precious. They were unlike Daoist Jiu’s side, which was composed of a motley crew of cannon fodder whose losses were of no consequence to him.