The sound of the wind was fierce, howling vast expanses, the rivers of blood on the battlefield formed streams that submerged everyone's ankles. The thick scent of blood wafted around, ceaselessly stimulating everyone's nerves.
The vindictive speech of the old man still lingered in this area, chilling and grim. Life was but grass under his feet, ready to be trampled over. This feeling couldn't help but make the numerous war soldiers of the Gu Yuan Tribe shudder in fear.
The spiteful words seemed to radiate an invisible force. At this moment, the air in the field seemed to congeal and gather together, making it so stifling that people couldn't catch their breath. All sorts of indecipherable glances constantly collided in the void.