The earth is ravaged, the originally desolate Lonely Pool is cold, gray, damp, never seeing the light of day.
Yet now, the ground around Lonely Pool is cracked and dry, with only distant streams attempting to restore the pool's original appearance.
On the ground lay numerous broken limbs, their blood long scorched to a dark red by the high heat.
A broken sword is nailed to a nearby, evidently extraordinary, dead tree, and suspended on the tree is a piece of white cloth.
The dead tree is a thousand-year-old Tree Demon, and the white cloth is the vessel of the Wandering Soul King here.
As for the others, they are merely Little Demons.
The white clothes on Pei Min are stained with blood, losing their elegance.
One of Pei Min's arms hangs limply, his forehead split open, blood soaking one of his eyes and half of his face.
Pei Min's bones have suffered many fractures.
Yet Pei Min's posture remains straight, his gaze unwavering.
