"Ka La" made a loud noise. A flash of lightning across the sky, clearly illuminating every inch of space in the forest. The two masters finally saw Yuan Ye, who was like a demon. The bright sword in his hand was stained with scarlet blood, which gradually faded after being washed by the rain. Three of the five tents had been cut, and the blood flowed from inside to outside. Mixed in the rain water on the ground, the ground seems to have turned red

"ah..." A howl of sadness and indignation rang through the rainy night. At the same time, there was a broadsword in the hand of late...