On the vast, flat ground, an oppressive stench of blood and death permeated the air.
Looking toward the horizon, the endless view was occupied by mountains of dragon corpses, piled up and interlocked, like the fallen peaks of ancient myths.
These dragons, which once soared among the clouds and howled across the sky, had now lost their former pride and dominance.
Their immense bodies lay side by side, still maintaining a heart-shaking grandeur even in death.
Their scales, thoroughly soaked with blood, had lost their luster.
Their huge, sharp claws were curled tightly, as if in a final struggle, while their long, powerful tails lay limply spread over the mud.
Shocking!
Astonishing!
An indescribable impact made Qi Xiu feel as if his nostrils were stuffed with rust.
At the same time, the Dragon Scale War Saber in his hand trembled slightly.
Clearly, these Karmic Dragons all died by its blade.
