"No matter," Xun Zixian said, "this place is riddled with poisonous swamps and complex terrain. There's not enough time now to clear it all up; I'll find someone to handle it later."
Mo Hua nodded.
Then the two of them looked up together, gazing at the white fog. The miasma and blood mist intertwined, creating a vast and murky sky, and both furrowed their brows unconsciously.
They were both Formation Masters, exceptionally talented ones at that. They could sense the strange aura flowing through the bloodthirsty Evil Formation that permeated the Blood Swamp of Yanluo Mountain.
"Breaking the formation through slaughter, huh..." Mo Hua muttered.
Xun Zixian's gaze trembled slightly, "All slaughter is accompanied by blood, white bones, decaying flesh, and the grievances and fears of the dying, along with the Yin Qi and Evil Qi after death...these are the sources of power for the Evil Formation."
"The more intense the slaughter, the greater the power of the Evil Formation."
"And..."
