The night was deep, the wind was colder, and the world was shrouded in darkness.
The black ground was flowing with large pools of fresh blood, and not far away lay many corpses. Blood continued to seep from the wounds on these corpses, and their body temperature had yet to fade, clearly having died not long ago.
Suddenly, the sound of a fight broke out. In front of a distant abandoned building, countless shadows were flickering in the night. As they drew closer, it became clear that forces from multiple factions were engaged in a deadly brawl. Many of them were dressed in antiquated attire, exuding a prominent aura with every movement. They were evidently descendants of the major ancient martial arts families.
There was also a small group of people whose skin and hair colors were distinctly different from those in Asia, all from foreign forces.
Clang!
