Thorn Mountain.
Countless severed limbs and mangled corpses stretched from the foot of the mountain all the way to the nameless village.
These corpses all wore dragon-scale iron armor, yet the highly defensive armor seemed to have served no purpose at all. Some had been cleaved apart along with their armor, some had their hearts pierced through, and quite a few had been beheaded with a single sword stroke... Though they had died in all manner of grotesque ways, they had clearly all fallen beneath the sword.
Blood dyed the earth red, gathering into little ravines and streams that gurgled onward. The air was thick with the stench of blood!
There were also flood-dragon horse beasts that had lost their masters. Starving, they gnawed on the corpses strewn across the ground, leaving them mangled beyond recognition. Broken swords, spears, shields, and other weapons lay scattered beside the bodies, their fractures likewise bearing incomparably smooth sword marks.
In the second month after Shen Mo and Chen Mengze moved into the nameless mountain village, Qing Kingdom had mobilized tens of thousands of troops and descended with the crushing force of Mount Tai, intending to wipe the two of them out completely at Thorn Mountain.
The outcome was obvious: Shen Mo and Chen Mengze had slaughtered this elite army into rout.
Within a relatively level mountain hollow stood what had once been Qing Kingdom's temporary military camp. Now, corpses carpeted the ground, and blood flowed like pounding pestles.
In an open patch at the center of the corpse pile, the Qing army's commander was pinned firmly beneath Shen Mo's foot, unable to move. He could only spew venomous curses without end. This man was the strongest opponent Shen Mo had encountered since arriving in the Divine Path World. After borrowing a god's power,