The rain on Rainy Night continued relentlessly, growing heavier and heavier!
On the outskirts of Chaoyang City, within the Barren Mountain, corpses were strewn about. The rain washed away the bloodstains on the ground, flowing beyond the Barren Mountain, and merging into a small Blood River!
In the woods, corpses of the Death Warrior Legion from Feiyun Dynasty, including Wu Chun, lay cold on the ground.
Lin Bai's figure staggered as he looked towards a dark spot in the woods.
From there, a group of Warriors emerged, led by a man standing tall in imperial robes, his eyebrows like swords and his eyes like stars, exuding an extraordinary demeanor—a Young man dressed in luxurious clothes, his body surrounded by an aura of nobility.
By the side of the man in imperial robes stood a dandy clad in brocade. When he looked at Lin Bai, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.