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Leng Qingqiu's insight into the situation had come a step too late.
West of Moonlight City.
The mountain reared like a furious dragon raising its head, with sheer cliffs a hundred zhang high on either side and a solitary peak rising abruptly behind it.
Only halfway up the mountainside had a vast stone platform, half a li across, been hewn out. A castle built of black rock stood upon it. Moss had accumulated through the years between its stones, but beneath that moss lay countless crisscrossing scars, shallow and deep, left by tearing beast claws and slashing blades.
The foot of the mountain should have been a painting-smoke curling from farmhouse kitchens, pastures scattered like stars, and a lake reflecting lush woodland.
Yet now, that tranquility had long since been torn apart.
Columns of blue-black smoke billowed from the castle's towers and battlements, licking the gray sky.
The heavy stench of burning and blood pressed down, replacing the fresh fragrance of mountain vegetation.
Beside the ruins of the castle's western watchtower.
Chen Hanxin braced herself on her sword, its tip planted in the ground. Broad patches of dark brown and vivid red had already stained her ice-blue combat attire.
Claw wounds of varying depths and bruises from heavy blows spread from her shoulders and arms to her waist. Even the slightest breath tugged at the tearing pain, and sweat mingled with blood as it rolled down her temples.
She raised her head slightly, her eyes like cold stars fixed upon the two enemies bearing down on her like mountains from several dozen meters away.
Miao Chenfeng, the Slaughter Deer Soul Douluo, curled his lips into a strange grin that mingled bloodthirsty admiration with icy murderous intent. "Chen Hanxin?