The morning light was faint, threads of it appearing from the end of the azure sky, piercing through clouds and fog, gradually sprinkling down upon this uneven, scarred earth. Yet even as the dawn broke the night, it couldn't dispel the lingering cold that enveloped the land, a chill that could neither be waved away nor chased off.
Here, the blood had already coagulated.
The legendary battle of yesterday had torn apart all the clouds and mist in the heavens. After the battle, Duo Lai manipulated the power of Heaven and Earth to bring forth pouring rain that continuously washed the earth, but it was still unable to cleanse the battlefield outside Wolf Head Mountain—a battlefield like a meat grinder.
Outside the battlefield, dozens of kilometers away from Wolf Head Mountain, several elves stepped onto this land with reverence.
The leader was the elf Taeli, accompanied by three Fourth-order Peak Strongmen of high standing from the Natural Garden.