A desolate expanse, strewn with bones, some thick ones even snapped into segments, their severance a mystery.
The usually fearless war horses were now snorting furiously, their front hooves nervously scraping the ground, whether in the Mist Forest or the fortress battlefield, they had never been so restless.
"Lin Tian, the war horses are scared." Xiao Manxuan patted the horse's neck, trying to soothe it, but to no avail; the little girl had been around horses since young, practiced equestrianism, and understood their emotions better than most.
Lin Tian noticed too, and he turned to look at Shangguan Ao Yue's team; their war horses were without exception all uneasily pawing the ground, snorting.
"That's probably where the Soul Hunter got into trouble." Mu Yun's expression was extremely solemn, the hunter who lost his legs died in such a tragic, bizarre state that it drew attention.
"Which means we're not far from the Blood Sea." Lin Tian perceived another layer of meaning.
