In a grove filled entirely with red-leaved maple trees.
Countless venomous snakes of every color surged madly toward the center of the grove.
There, the bodies of seven or eight Four Images Sect disciples and over a dozen spirit beasts lay scattered in disarray. Every corpse was covered in venomous snakes of all kinds, and thick black vapor shrouded their surfaces.
Amid these corpses sat a graceful woman in red and green clothing, her legs crossed. She had delicate features, snow-white skin, and long hair that fell over her shoulders. Several leather pouches of different colors hung at her waist. She held a jade flute of vivid emerald green to her lips, seemingly playing something, while a large pale-yellow wooden bowl sat before her.
Though yellow-green spirit inscriptions flashed on the flute from time to time, it made no sound. Meanwhile, the densely packed venomous snakes spat their various venoms into the wooden bowl of their own accord.
A thick, foul stench filled the entire grove.
Yet the woman paid it no heed. Instead, as she watched the venom in the wooden bowl rise visibly, delight spread across her face.
Amid a jumble of rocks at the edge of the Mountain Range, thirteen or fourteen disciples of the Thousand Bamboo Sect and the Setting Sun Sect were desperately attacking an ape over ten feet tall, its entire body covered in black fur, with magical artifacts and spells.
The ape's black fur seemed incomparably tough. No matter what magical artifacts or spells struck it, they merely ruffled its fur without inflicting the slightest injury.
Instead, whenever the enormous ape leaped high into the air and came crashing down, it invariably stamped a disciple into pulp.
No matter how they dodged or defended themselves-even when they used escape techniques to burrow