Across the boundless Forbidden Lands, bones lay everywhere.
Amid a wash of bloody light, the Black-Clothed Elder sat leaning against a rock. The hundreds of outsiders at the peak of the Inquiry Realm had all been reduced to corpses and bones.
The smell of blood permeated the Forbidden Lands, carrying a trace of desolation.
With a numb expression, the Black-Clothed Elder waited for the bloody light in the sky to send down enemies once more...
His body was already covered in wounds, long stripped of the bearing of a Difficult Realm expert.
Enough ants could bite an elephant to death. Facing hundreds of people at the peak of the Inquiry Realm, how much of an advantage could someone in the Difficult Realm possibly hold?
All the more so for an old man afflicted with a deadly poison.
He knew even better that when the next wave of enemies came, he would no longer be able to hold them back.
To fulfill his master's demand, he had no other way but to fight to the death...
"Master, I'm sorry. This little Peng Bird can't hold them back anymore."
A faint breeze blew into the Forbidden Lands, bringing a thread of golden light. That golden light transformed into a figure in white, who walked gracefully through the dim, blood-tinged night.
The White-Clad One slowly walked up to the Black-Clothed Elder. Looking at the old man covered in wounds before him, he remained silent for a long time.
The Black-Clothed Elder raised his head to look at the White-Clad One before him, a trace of bewilderment flashing through his eyes. "Your cultivation..."
The White-Clad One shook his head, walked over to the Black-Clothed Elder's side, and sat down.
"I have no cultivation left..."
The Black-Clothed Elder was dazed for a moment, then shook