Blood mixed with rain seeped out from the forest, so thick that even a torrential downpour couldn't wash it away.
Many leaves had fallen from the trees during the fierce battle just now, landing in the puddles of blood.
Dead leaves, crimson blood.
Five of the Seven Sons of Kunlun lay fallen in the pool of blood, their eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and horror, just like the King of Freedom currently lying on Black Wind Mountain.
But unlike him, their fatal wounds were merely small red marks on their foreheads, akin to tiny mosquito bites.
Dongfang Bubai killed them, yet was so stingy that not even a drop of Orochi Poison Blood was used on the needles.
Fortunately, this at least left them with intact corpses, their pupils now reflecting the red clouds above and the gradually easing rain. Their life journeys had ended, as had their misfortunes and disasters, but the calamity for those escaping had just begun.
Lu Xiaofeng and Xiao Feng no longer gave chase.
