Within Black Wind Ridge, the once-thriving town had been reduced to a desolate wasteland.
Dimly visible Yin Yang decorations were stained with fragments of the Deceit Beast's blood and flesh, as the morning sun hung frozen mid-sky.
Thick poisonous fumes drifted slowly, while a few mire pools still had living slugs squirming within.
"Hehehehe…"
Han Cai leaned against a broken wall, both his arms entirely crushed, ribcage fractured, and a fist-sized hole gouged into his skull.
His exposed, blackened brain wriggled with hundreds of crawling spiders.
"Hu Wen, you old wretch, I really fell for your schemes. I should never have agreed to it back then. My cultivation almost dropped back to the Weak Crown Period. Cough, cough…"
Han Cai cursed under his breath. After regaining some of his strength, he began to tend to his injuries.
