PREVIEW
... upon the face of the earth. Located precariously between the second defensive line of the Mystic Peak Sect and the encroaching vanguard of the Azure Sword Clan, it was a landscape of jagged, rust-colored rock formations that twisted out of the ground like the petrified roots of some ancient, dead titan.
The air here did not smell of wind or earth; it smelled of ozone, burnt flesh, and the metallic tang of spilled blood. Spiritual energy clashed in the atmosphere, creating chaotic vortice ...
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