Setting Sun Like Blood

The wind and sand swept across Tianhuang Mountain, laying bare its desolation.

At the foot of the mountain and along its slopes, corpses lay scattered every which way. Crimson blood streamed ceaselessly from fatal wounds, soaking into the ground.

Under the lingering glow of the setting sun, the scene looked all the more bleak.

Inside an underground tunnel near the mountain peak, a mysterious Coir Raincoat Youth held a blade as he pinned a Tianhuang Mountain Guard to the stone wall.

The Guard had long since lost his breath, yet his eyes remained wide open in utter terror.

As if he had seen something dreadful just before dying.

With a thud.

The Coir Raincoat Youth stepped back and pulled out his blade. The corpse nailed to the wall immediately collapsed to the ground, following another Guard into the realm of the dead.

Lu Ran adjusted his Blood Crystal Mask with one hand, then turned to look at the cavern dwelling area behind him. More than ten people were huddled inside, trembling uncontrollably.

"Come." Lu Ran raised the Chifengwen Gourd and aimed it at the dozen-odd slaves.

The vast sea surged with towering fury.

Despair filled their hearts, yet they dared not disobey. They could only shuffle forward, trembling all the while.

Lu Ran's brows drew together slightly. "Hurry up."

He was not in particularly good condition. His mind had been humming without pause.

The West Wasteland stone sculpture trembling within the Sculpture Garden was one of Lu Ran's few River Realm stone sculptures, merely at River Realm Fourth Stage.

After this trip to Tianhuang Mountain, the Phoenix Divine General would finally trade a birdshot for a cannon and be equipped with a divine technique matching its own realm.

"Hm?" Lu Ran suddenly turned his head.

The Evil Shadow Guardian silently