Strong bows, sharp blades, blood staining the yellow sands.
When the battle ended, the dunes within Ten Thousand Blade Mountain piled high, and dried corpses littered the ground.
Lu Ran stood atop a cloud of black mist, with cold, piercing pupils gazing at the procession of slender souls drifting out from underground.
A total of more than forty!
This group of Evil Demons seemed to be an unusually strong bunch.
Is this the true face of Ten Thousand Blade Mountain?
"Buzz~"
Lu Ran raised the incessantly trembling Eight Desolate Blade, sensing its tendency to grow silent again, and laughed helplessly.
Eight Desolates, oh Eight Desolates.
I'm beginning to regret naming you this.
If I had chosen another path of cultivation, and coupled it with all my experiences since entering the mountain, this weapon would likely already have achieved mastery, wouldn't it?
As for the Cloud Sea Clear Blade, that remains an unattainable dream.
