Tonight was the fifteenth, with the moon full.
The gentle radiance of the bright moon shone over the ruined commandery city of Beiling Commandery.
The once-prosperous city had now become a living hell.
Countless mortal corpses lay buried beneath the collapsed buildings and broken walls. After fermenting for several days, they gave off a thick stench of decay.
Several wild dogs prowled through the commandery city, greedily gnawing at this feast fallen from the heavens.
Before the war arrived, the Cangwu Sect had not evacuated the residents here.
Or rather, in a battle on such a massive scale, it was simply unrealistic to worry about the lives and deaths of mortals.
The price of evacuating a commandery city of this scale was far greater than that of wiping out the Blood-Robed Alliance.
All they could do was try their best to escort away the mortal families connected to Cangwu Sect disciples, keeping them from the heart of the battlefield.
In this world that resembled an asura battlefield, a burst of hurried footsteps suddenly rang out.
Huff, huff, huff! A Blood-Robed Alliance disciple in red garments panted heavily as he fled miserably through the collapsed buildings.
As he ran wildly, he kept looking back over his shoulder, terror filling his eyes.
Something seemed to be watching him from the darkness beyond the moonlight's reach.
This Blood-Robed Alliance disciple had reached the sixth level of the Wheel-Nourishing Realm, yet he did not even have the courage to resist. One could not imagine what had frightened him so badly.
Suddenly!
Whoosh!
A crystalline arrow shot out from somewhere in the darkness of the commandery city, reaching the Blood-Robed Alliance disciple's back in an instant.
He barely had time to twist aside, narrowly evading the arrow's direct strike.
Yet the terrifying icy aura contained