Chapter 319: The Difficult Valley Path

Starlight and a cold moon, clouds in the sky moved sluggishly, one after another.

Across the vast rock desert, a white fog hung low, half sinking, half settling, with yellow sand swirling about.

The ants that loitered before the ruins of the ancient city met with disaster; during the day they were formidable, sweeping away their foes, but by night, they became mere guinea pigs for slaughter.

With every low roar from Liu Zhenhan, a powerful Blood Magic force swept past like a sandstorm, whipping up great clouds of yellow sand and fog-like mists, shooting chaotically towards the ants outside the safe zone. The whooshing of the air and the "crack crack" sounds of breaking disintegrated into a messy symphony.

If any Mage unaware of the circumstances caught a glimpse of this grand scene, they would certainly mistake it for a Magic Apprentice practicing the "Windstorm Spell."