The next morning, Jingyang Mountain Path.
Vultures hovered in the sky, hyenas barked on the ground.
Everywhere the eye could see was a scene of devastation left by the storm.
Forests destroyed, villages uprooted, roads flooded...
Amidst it all, the wails of the mountain people who had narrowly escaped, interspersed with the corpses of Guirong Clan and slaves who perished in the chaos.
The closer one got to the center of the battlefield, the center of the storm, the more bodies there were.
Describing it as a "mountain of corpses and a sea of blood" might seem exaggerated.
But "bodies strewn all over the field" undoubtedly encapsulated the scene perfectly.
However, right at the core of the gods' battlefield, the number of vultures, hyenas, and corpses bizarrely diminished significantly.
Because it was the various grotesque and eerie plants that were the "main characters" here.
Roots and vines tearing through the earth...
