Black clouds churned, and the red moon exhaled an uncertain glow, like a heart convulsing without end as it gradually shriveled.
From within the giant crater, dim red radiance gushed forth like a waterfall condensed from blood, pouring headlong into the depths of the mountains and forests, dyeing the colorful mandala flowers of daylight into a blood-red hue that stabbed the eye.
Amid tens of thousands of slowly blooming blood flowers, an incomparably brutal battle—no, a one-sided slaughter—was underway.
The four Origin Warriors were like octopuses with sabers, spears, swords, halberds, axes, hooked blades, and forks tied to their tentacles. They raced through the dense forest like wind and lightning, twisting and turning as they hunted down the scattered, fleeing White Bone Battalion elites.
Once caught by them, the White Bone Battalion elites, their eyes filled with phantoms and their brains racked by agony, unable to understand what was happening, could do almost nothing but struggle and scream.
Even the warriors among them with the most unwavering will, the fiercest disregard for death, who dared to hurl blazing spears at the grotesquely mutated Origin Warriors—
Their spears could not pierce the Origin Warriors' armor, which instantly condensed and thickened until it was hard as iron.
And even if they did pierce the armor, it was only because the quasi-Liquid Metal substance inside the Origin Warriors deliberately opened a hole in it, like a gaping maw of blood, swallowing the spear along with the White Bone Battalion elite's arm, the shoulder behind the arm, the chest behind the shoulder, and the head and internal organs above and below the chest.
Before long, the cries that had risen and fallen through the depths of the forest gradually subsided, turning into faint groans and unwilling sighs before death.
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