The illusions dissolved.
"AHH!—"
"What in heavens…"
"So much… blood…"
"Wh-What happened here?!"
"Look at their bodies… they're completely drained…"
"They're… they're all dead…"
The battlefield lay before them.
A canvas of death.
The crimson fog lingered, thick and suffocating. What remained was devastation.
Charred corpses, scorched bones, pools of coagulated blood, and the scent of iron and ash — a trail of ruin carved deep into the earth. Cracked stones, burnt trees, drained husks of powerful cultivators — all lay silent under the blood-drenched sky. Crimson soaked the path ahead, a trail of horror beneath wheels that now creaked in dreadful rhythm.
Silence reigned.
Then—
"Hahaha… Young Master! Young Miss!"
"They're gods among mortals!"
"We followed them and marched into the death trap…"
"…and they turned the tides alone!"
"This is the glory of our Celestial Clan!"
