Yellow spores blanketed the entire battlefield, while smoke slowly devoured the clouds overhead.
Other than those spores, this area had been completely stripped of all signs of life.
The survivors stared at the region in terror, their eyes lost and helpless.
Their companions and clansmen had died in battle, and even their Clan Leaders had vanished without a trace.
This sudden attack had dealt them the most direct and brutal blow imaginable.
The only thing worth being grateful for now was that the area covered by the yellow spores showed no signs of expanding further.
More than thirty thousand people had died in the sudden battle.
Fear of the unknown temporarily suppressed the grief of the various tribes.
The Red Stone Tribe's Clan Leader... missing.
The Clan Leaders of the Green Fang and Blackwater Tribes... missing.
The Clan Leaders of the remaining six tribes had all gone missing.
Perhaps replacing "missing" with "killed in battle" would make it easier to accept.
No one, including the Red Stone guards, had returned.
Only those at the edge of the battlefield had narrowly avoided the yellow clouds.
A massive panic began gathering and spreading across the grasslands.
Stars above, was this Heaven's punishment upon them?
"An unknown danger has arrived. My instincts tell me this may be a threat greater than the Beast Tide."
"All tribe members, prepare to assemble and evacuate."
When Isaiah and the others saw Mu Fan return, their expressions visibly brightened.
"I knew Brother Mu would be fine. Thank you for your Dash Boat."
Alva stepped forward excitedly and embraced Mu Fan.
Without the Dash Boat's mobility, they would likely have all been buried on the battlefield today.
"I hope Brother Mu can help us this time. You saw it too—the Red Stone Tribe's warriors..." Worry filled Isaiah's