C766 The Wind Is Blowing

Atop the Peak of Fate, the icy wind howled, sending shivers down the spine with its piercing chill. From the base of the mountain, a faint scent of blood wafted through the desolate air, signaling the aftermath of a brutal conflict.

Below, the ground was littered with corpses, their blood staining the earth. Here lay hundreds of Earthly Martial martial cultivators