The crystal-clear waters had been dyed entirely crimson.
Countless plants and trees lay broken and scattered.
Spiderweb-like cracks stretched from heaven to earth, covering this entire world.
Towering saber intent pierced the clouds and spread across the cosmos, as if countless sharp blades were aimed in every direction. Its murderous aura surged, terrifying beyond compare.
A black robe stood suspended in midair. Ten Great Suns blazed above his head, and the aura of Great Sun True Fire raced through every inch of the void, silently roaring, filling it, and running rampant.
Brilliant radiance illuminated every direction. As it streamed forth, Pei Ling's aura grew ever more surging and powerful, like an endless, unfathomable ocean abyss, vast and profound.
At that moment, his robe fluttered in the wind. Every injury on his body had healed completely, leaving not the slightest trace of damage.
Drip... drip... drip...
As the post-battle breeze brushed by, warm liquid slowly fell, pattering against the crimson water. The surface, already like the sunset's fading glow, took on an even more sanguine hue.
Zhao Si's eyes were wide open. His mane, stained with filth and blood, clung together like muddy sludge, as Pei Ling held him firmly aloft.
The cut at his neck was smooth and clean. As blood drifted down, it fell like a fine rain.
Not far away, a horse-like body slowly sank through the void. Above its neck, there was nothing at all. As the heavy body submerged, ripples spread across the vast water, scattering the remains of countless flowers and plants.
Its belly bulged high, and little Zhao Sis continued to be born through the fissures splitting it open.
Like ants moving house, they devoured Zhao Si's power and fortune bit by bit.
Beside Zhao Si's body, Jiao floated half-submerged, half-afloat. Half his body