The night was dark and heavy, and the Feixian Mountain Remnant Vein was ablaze with fire, echoing with the sounds of battle cries.
"Chaos in the mountain, wolves and pigs flee..." Qin Ming watched the mass escape and slaughter across the mountain, his eyelids twitching as the clash of swords and gleaming blades filled the air, with spots of blood everywhere.
Li Qingyue, bathed in divine fire, her black hair flying, her bright eyes and white teeth shining, remained elegant and extraordinary amidst the chaotic army, like a Banished Immortal descending to the mortal world. She reminded, "We are also fleeing."
Jiang Ran, with her graceful figure covered in armor, wielded the Heavenly Halberd, slicing a sneaky demon cultivator in half, like a Profound Lady descending to the world. She spoke, "You even cursed us."
Qin Ming corrected her, saying, "We are different. We're like cranes dancing among pine trees, clouds gracefully flowing, retreating lightly."
