Under the setting sun, blood carpeted the ground. Severed limbs lay everywhere, and agonized wails filled the ears.
Everything floated atop the water. Not a single distant wave could invade this battlefield; only the massive azure gate that was gradually closing was endlessly scoured by the floodwaters.
Then a bloodthirsty urge suddenly surged into Ye Tian's mind, gathering ceaselessly in his chest as though it had no end.
The immortal power within his body also seemed restless, showing no sign of stopping. The thought of suppressing it merely flickered through his mind.
"More newcomers! Kill them!" someone roared in the distance.
Following the voice, Ye Tian saw a group of half-naked men charging toward him. Sweat streamed over their bodies, gleaming under the sunset as if they had been smeared with ox blood, radiating savage ferocity.
Ye Tian forcibly suppressed the desire to kill in his chest, turned, and left, heading toward the mountain behind him.
Yet Ye Tian did not know that when those men saw him fleeing, it was as if some mechanism had been triggered within them. Their bloodthirsty thoughts began to rise steadily.
Ye Tian retreated calmly, his divine sense already covering those men. Yet their bodily structures made him stop in his tracks.
He discovered that their bodies were all condensed from immortal power. What was strange was that the immortal power forming them was far from pure. Something seemed to have glued it together, yet it could never truly merge as one.
Ye Tian hid atop a cliff deep in the mountains before carefully observing his pursuers. Yet the killing intent in his mind grew ever stronger. His hands clenched involuntarily, pale blue veins standing out clearly on the backs of them.
The rapid flow of blood made his temples throb without pause. Ye