Agate River.
Tuoba Deyu, the Martial Saint of the Tuoba Clan, reined in his horse as he gazed at the densely packed corpses amid the ice and snow.
He found it hard to imagine what had happened here.
He could only order his men to send word to the capital with all haste.
Liang Province.
The blood mist was now only several dozen zhang above the people's heads.
Not a single bird had flown through the sky for a long time.
Flocks of crows clustered upon eaves and rooftops, forming a dense black mass.
The streets, the buildings, and everything within people's sight had turned scarlet, as though heaven and earth were saturated with blood. Suppression and suffocation came one after another, and the vast city sank into an exceedingly strange silence.
Inside Marquis Wuyi Residence.
The two maids, Siqin and Mohua, had long since been frightened out of their wits.
"Master."
Watching the blood mist draw ever nearer, Zhaozhao said, "W-what should we do? Are we about to turn into bloody water... I heard that even Chen Sanshi's master is trapped here and has no way out."
"His master may be trapped, but isn't he still here?"
Ningxiang raised her face and said faintly, "This is not merely Liang Province's calamity. It is a calamity for the entire world."
The Great Wall.
"What are we supposed to do now?!"
Amid a thousand sorrows and ten thousand worries, Sixth Prince Cao Huan's hair crown had even become somewhat disheveled.
He had only just emerged from more than ten years of confinement and finally gotten the chance to return to court and accomplish something, only to encounter such a great calamity beneath heaven. At this rate, he feared that before long, he too would turn into bloody water.
"How is the