C307 Dense Forest Hunting

A hundred birds flew together in the dark jungle. A youth in a blue robe had a handsome face that was stained with blood. His snow-white longsword danced in the wind, and its beautiful curves were like the scythe of death that reaped souls.

"Dang — Dang — Dang —"

Under the scorching sun, the ground was covered in a scarlet red