The dense, pungent smell of blood surged into the nostrils with the sea breeze. The roaring and shrieking that once echoed in the air now left only the faint sounds of blood gushing from wounds.
The three members of the "Wind Forger" team, who were just confronting Xia Nan not far from the beach, had now become three stiffening, cold corpses.
And the culprit who killed them appeared like a small gray-blue mountain, exuding the fierce aura characteristic of a demon, standing silently there, with its turbulent, violent eyes fixed on the last two remaining prey on the field.
Blood dripped from the edge of its disproportionately large gaping mouth; the flesh and bones of the tattooed adventurers had long been completely swallowed by it.
Xia Nan stood on the other side, the "Ash Fall" straight sword already unsheathed.
His face remained unchanged, but his mind was racing rapidly, analyzing the situation on the field.
First of all, it must be stated.
