Near the foot of Iron City Mountain, there was a vast desert blanketed with sand and stones, where only sparse wormwood plants managed to grow.
Additionally, traces of blood were visible everywhere, like bloody roses blossoming across the ground.
Cultivators from the Kunlun Taiqing Sect and Asura Path were engaging in magical competition above this desert.
Since most cultivators tend to have stronger offense than defense, possessing more means of attack than protection, battles are usually decided in just a few breaths.
The bodies of those who fall would often be swiftly retrieved by their own lines, and, in most cases, they could be saved as long as they could be kept breathing until they got back... Of course, if their dantians were pierced or their crown chakras were shattered, or if they were afflicted with some fatal contamination for cultivators, the chances of survival were very slim.
