In the forest land, the outline of an ancient city could faintly be seen.
At that time, the firelight fiercely illuminated the long night sky, with a hint of a waning moon hanging on the horizon.
The territory of the forest was vast, but Baili An crossed through this ancient forest in a very short time and soon arrived beneath the city hidden within.
On the city walls, the long green stone steps were stained with fresh, yet undried blood.
The thick wind tore the flags on the long spears throughout the fields violently, the city gate was miserably destroyed, and blood stretched from the end of the main street into the forest.
Although this was all an illusion, the aura of blood permeating the air was incredibly real. With a thunderous roar, lightning struck the sky, and a heavy night rain poured, weeping as it washed over the city.
Clearly, this city had long been badly damaged.
