"Alright." Lin Yan looked over the bloodied faces whose battle intent had not yet faded and nodded. "We are currently southeast of the Main Battlefield, roughly eight hundred thousand li away. We will return to the Main Battlefield immediately. You can regulate your breathing and tend to your wounds as we travel. Once we arrive, follow my command."
"Understood!" everyone answered in unison. Over the years, they had followed Lin Yan across the heartland of the Fierce Beast Army, dancing on the edge of a blade. They had long since come to trust him completely. They firmly believed that as long as they followed Lin Yan, they would earn military merit.
"Move out!"
More than four thousand Escape Lights rose once more. They no longer possessed the flawless formation of their peak, yet they carried the grim resolve of those who had survived countless battles. They swept through low altitude, racing northwest toward the Main Battlefield.
The closer they came to the Main Battlefield, the thicker the slaughterous and chaotic aura in the air became. Wild winds carried smoke, blood, Malevolent Qi, and the lingering traces of shattered Laws, lashing painfully against their faces.
The land below had long become unrecognizable. Enormous ice fissures stretched for thousands of li, bottomless and endless. The original snow peaks had been cleaved in half or melted into bizarrely shaped glassy formations. The frozen soil had been overturned, exposing black rock beneath, only to be soaked dark red with blood...
The sky was no longer a monotonous lead gray. It had been stained into a strange spectacle by the afterglow of countless divine abilities and spells. At times, a region would rain icy black blood—the phenomenon of Fierce Beast deaths. At other times, golden dragon flame would paint a stretch of sky bright gold.