Swish—!
Amidst the continuous curtain of wind and rain, the sound of breaking air echoed repeatedly.
In an instant, a group of black-clad figures leaped up from the lush grass and marshes, their qi radiating as they charged towards the location of Chu Weiyang and his companions.
From a distance, the cries of battle sounded muffled and indistinct, as the two groups had yet to engage in close combat. No one had yet perished in the imminent life-and-death duel, yet a strange and stale scent of blood wafted through the howling wind, assaulting their senses.
Even though they had been stationed at Dao City for about a month, many had never encountered such a pungent odor. It was as if the fresh scent of blood that had originally lingered atop the city walls had been carefully concealed, only to begin fermenting, and after that fermentation, it was exposed to the erosion of wind and rain, ultimately becoming completely stale and corrupted.
At that moment, someone in the crowd caught a whiff of the scent, grimacing as if about to faint.