The Qianyuan Cave Realm was in chaos. The sky was turbulent as a thick, blood-colored mist billowed upwards like plumes of signal smoke, rapidly obscuring the entire area.
Within this blood-red smoke, the wails of ghosts and howls of wolves could be heard. All sorts of resentful spirits shrieked as a sinister wind howled, as if the place had instantly transformed into the Nine Netherworld Fiery Prison, exuding a chilling, eerie aura.
Figures who had long been lying in wait burst from the depths of the dense forest. They immediately charged toward the group of young nobles, intending to kill these budding talents who represented the future fortune of Great Xia.
The various generals, snapping to their senses, led their armies to encircle and annihilate the attackers. A chaotic melee soon erupted, and the situation grew even more disorderly.
