The dust has settled.
Within a thousand li, the Stone Forest was shattered and fragmented, gray-black rocks scattered at the foot of Zhui Mountain, a scene of chaotic and dilapidated ruins.
The corpses of over a dozen massive demons lay among the rubble, their fierce heads lifelessly staring with round demonic pupils, their faces filled with unwillingness and astonishment.
Large pools of dark brown blood gather in the low-lying areas like streams.
As they seep into the ground, smoke rises from the rocks, emitting a burnt stone odor mixed with the foul stench of demon blood, spreading around the area.
Amid such disorderly and ruined chaos, a huge ravine runs straight for a thousand li, cutting through the Stone Forest.
The ravine is unfathomably deep, yet not shrouded in darkness.
On the smooth rock walls on both sides, silver-white lights twinkle brilliantly, occasionally streaked with faintly transparent sparks of lightning.
