The Demon Beast Forest was littered with corpses. Large swathes of trees were snapped in half. A blackish-gray fog shrouded the entire forest, and the air was thick with the nauseating stench of blood and rot.
Decay, revulsion, and a suffocating chaos.
This was the desolate forest that had been overrun by Demon Beasts.
Ze Sheng brandished his sword, cutting down the last Demon Seed. His once pristine white robes were now dyed red with blood. Beneath the robe, his body was covered in gashes and wounds of all sizes, but not a flicker of emotion showed on his ice-cold face.
A mountain wind rose from all directions, billowing the man's silver hair and tattered robes.
He flicked his wrist.
The Light Saber in his hand scattered into motes of light.
