Half a month later, in a gorge near the ancient city of Tianye, a slender and beautiful woman dressed in a black dress, with dazzling charm, stood on a huge stone, gazing at the outline of the ancient city that was faintly visible in the distance, her dress still fluttering in the mountain breeze.
Had Liu Ming been there, he would have recognized her at a glance as the Black Phoenix Fairy, ranked second in the life-and-death battles.
Behind her, however, were scattered blackened bodies lying in all directions—oddly, not a drop of fresh blood could be found on the ground. All the corpses seemed to have been directly incinerated by intense flames, and a faint smell of char hung in the air.
On several relatively intact bodies, one could faintly discern a blood-red skull pattern embroidered onto the fabric of their clothing.