Raven's boots splashed in sticky green puddles as he pushed deeper into the field of death.
His breath was fast and sharp, burning a little each time he inhaled the poison-filled air.
He could feel the gas crawling inside his chest, slowing him down, biting at his strength little by little.
Even with his 5th-star cultivation he was struggling.
The dead men around him stared up with wide open eyes, their faces frozen in fear.
Some had fallen while running. Some still clutched their weapons.
Their skin had turned the same sickly green, as if the gas had painted the whole battlefield in one horrible colour.
"Manoj!!" Raven shouted again, louder, almost desperate now.
His heartbeat pounded like a drum as he climbed over a broken shield and stepped between two fallen knights.
Their armour was cracked, their capes torn.
Not even 3rd-star knights could stand against this poison.
They must have choked before they even realised what hit them.
