A young figure was flying fast through the forest, and after about ten minutes, his speed finally slowed down. The area in front of him was not far away, and there were already sounds of fighting and intense fluctuations of True Qi coming from it.
"Has the fight already started...?"
Hearing these sounds of battle, Ye Xuan's heart throbbed, and his pupils slightly contracted.
Ye Xuan hid his presence, and within his field of view, the scene was extremely chaotic. In the mountainside, bonfires blazed fiercely, and hundreds of figures moved chaotically amid the sounds of clashing swords and the crisp sounds of sword and knife collisions, rising and falling continuously, spreading a strong scent of blood that was extremely pungent in the black night.
The sounds of screams were unceasing.
"Dammit!"
In that chaotic crowd, an angry bellow came from an old man. In front of him, disciples in blue robes continued to fall one after another, blood spilling all over the ground.