The Grey Mist Valley, as the name suggests, is shrouded in a thick gray fog all year round. Originally, Shura was prepared to fight with unknown monsters at any time, and he was quite cautious and vigilant along the way.

But after walking in the valley for a long time, he gradually let go of this vigilance. There's no other reason than that it's too quiet.

The silence is not only the sound of wild beasts, but also the birdsong that is common in the forest and the sound of insects among the grass and rocks. Entering the valley is like entering a secluded place, where there is a dead silence, and it seems that not even the wind will blow here.

Shura gradually regretted it, he regretted that he really shouldn't have come here. I thought that I would have some chance to fight here, but I didn't expect that there were not only no man-eating monsters here, but not even ordinary living creatures in the mountains.

Now I really ran this trip in vain, delaying my time to go to the front line. Just as he was about to give up and turn around to leave this valley with a strange atmosphere, he finally realized why there were rumors of cannibalism in this valley.

Because he couldn't find his way out.

I saw that in the path of this valley, although there was a thick fog when walking forward, there was always a vision of four or five meters. However, when I turned around, something strange happened, and I saw that the fog that could be seen about five meters was like an entity, and it was so pasted on my face that I couldn't see the road at all, and it was all gray in front of me.

When I turned back and moved forward, I regained my previous vision. Shura tried back and forth a few times, and finally realized the mystery of this valley. But it doesn't matter, if you can't see it, you can walk by touch.

Thinking so, Shura simply closed his eyes and walked the way he came. But after an hour's journey, the time to walk back has already exceeded many times, but people have not left the confines of this valley.

Could it be that this valley is a naturally formed labyrinth? Shura thought to himself, although he didn't notice the rest of the paths when he came, but maybe there were so many forks in the road here that were covered by a thick fog, and he lost his sight when he walked back, but he was afraid that he didn't know where he had gone for a long time.

Thinking of this, Shura simply turned around and continued to walk in the direction of the valley. Since he couldn't retreat, he kept going inside, and he wanted to see why the fog in the Gray Fog Valley was so magical.

It's much easier to walk forward, and you can see the surroundings clearly with a field of view of about five meters. Shura paid attention all the way, but did not find any other forks in the road he imagined, and there was always only that path in front of him.

I don't know how long I walked, but the gray fog in front of me began to have a layer of streamers. It seems that there is some rare treasure hidden in the depths of the thick fog, waiting for someone destined to come and take it.

But when Shura walked in, he found that it was not what he thought, everything in front of him seemed to be difficult for him to understand, he frowned tightly and muttered to himself, "I'm ...... What is this?"

What can make Shura, who has always been cold and rarely spoken, can't help but burst into foul mouth, and it is a layer of colorful circles of light floating in mid-air. The seven-colored halo continued to flow out of the aperture, slowly losing its color as it diffused towards the surrounding area, turning into a gray mist and drifting into the distance.

It turns out that the strange gray fog in this gray fog valley was formed from here. Shura stood near the aperture and looked up and down for a long time, still not figuring out what it was.

Looking at the things in front of him that he couldn't understand, Shura slowly stretched out his hand to determine what this thing was. However, as soon as his hand touched the aperture, a huge suction force came from it, and he only felt himself caught in a colorful whirlpool that swirled at high speed.

It felt like a long time, and it seemed like it was just a moment. When Shura came back to his senses, he found that he was standing on a wide plain.

This shouldn't be the place it used to be, Shura thought to himself. Because at this time, there is no thick gray fog around, and there are two sides of people and horses on the plain at this time, and they are facing each other not far away.

The clouds of heaven are blood-colored, and the earth of the earth is brown. Shura stood there, only to feel a wave of slaughter slowly rising from the bottom of his heart.

The silence of the two armies in the distance was unusual, but the snorting of the war horses, the sound of the armor on the warriors and the friction of the blades on their waists were all transmitted very clearly to Shura's ears.

A hot blood rush slowly began to dominate his body. Shura's hand unconsciously grasped the hilt of the long sword at his waist, and his fingers moved regularly, making the last relaxation before the battle.

This impulse finally began when two groups of people rushed to kill each other, and reached its peak in the blood-colored waves that collided with each other. The urge to fight finally drove Shura to draw his sword and rush towards the flesh battlefield in the distance.

"Didn't I come here to sharpen my sword before going to battle?

With a big shout, Shura entered the battlefield. But strangely enough, neither of the warring sides paid attention to him, and only when he attacked the other party would the warrior come at him. The rest of the warriors were still the same as before, with only the enemy on the other side in their eyes.

However, Shura did not notice this, and did not have the heart to think about it. Because he found that these warriors were really strong, but as soon as they came into contact, he was suppressed by the strength of the other party and the ferocious slash.

What the hell? Shura was secretly surprised in his heart, and the sword in his hand was almost shaken out of his hand. However, he gritted his teeth and struggled to push the opponent's sword back, and then stabbed the long sword. Unexpectedly, the armor on the other party's body was extremely hard, and the long sword stabbed it and broke it in half.

Without waiting for Shura to panic, the opponent's war knife slashed again. Although each move is simple and not fancy, it is this simplicity and directness that is more suitable for the battlefield and more suitable for combat with the goal of killing.

However, Shura would not panic, if he panicked just like this, how could he go to that battlefield to take revenge? I saw that his eyes flashed with cold light, and after he turned sideways and gave way to this knife, he accurately jammed the opponent's arm. One hand slashes at the enemy's wrist, the other hand releases the opponent's arm, and the falling knife is used to reach down.

With the sword in hand, Shura wiped it out of the opponent's throat like a cloud. The sword flashed, and the enemy's head hung weakly, and he fell to the ground and became one of the countless decorations on the battlefield.

After the enemy fell, a flash of red quietly rose and passed through Shura towards the sky. Shura, on the other hand, continued to kill the fighting warriors as if tirelessly, and this time the warriors seemed to finally notice his presence, and the two fighting warriors suddenly turned and rushed towards him.

In the face of the attack between the two, Shura did not feel any fear at all. At the moment, he only felt that there was only one battle word in this heaven and earth!

With a loud roar, Shura held his sword and killed the two ironclad warriors, and the sound of blades colliding sounded in an instant, but it was quickly swallowed up by the roar of the two armies on the battlefield.

As the battle continued, there were constant deaths of warriors. His body fell to the ground weakly and became a part of the land. And as the corpses increased, the blood that emanated seemed to render the red clouds in the sky even deeper.

And Shura didn't realize how long he had been in this killing field. I don't know how many knives have been replaced in his hand, and I don't know how many wounds have been added to his body. If ordinary people had gone through such a long battle, they would have died of exhaustion, but at this time, Shura seemed to be completely tireless, and he didn't know the pain at all.

Looking closely, I saw that his eyes had turned blood-red. It's like ...... It's like a blood cloud in the sky.

Thundered!

A thunderclap rang out, and torrential rain fell. Shura wiped his face, looked at the palm of his hand, and realized that it was actually a rain of blood. Soaked in the rain of blood, the warriors in the battle stopped one after another, and they all turned to look at Shura in unison.

It seems that at this time, everyone found out that there was still a person who did not belong to any side on this battlefield. But looking at their eyes, it was more like being attracted by the pure blood in Shura's eyes. They stopped killing each other, greed appeared on their faces, and slowly walked towards Shura.

In the face of countless armored warriors walking towards him in unison, the oncoming sense of oppression was extremely permeating. However, Shura seemed to ignore this, and there was a trace of madness in his expression in addition to bloodthirstiness, and he roared again, carrying the bladed war knife, and rushed fearlessly into the tens of thousands of troops.

There is really a posture of thousands of people.

Seeing Shura rushing towards them, the warriors seemed to have forgotten that they were still fighting each other. They let out a battle cry at the same time, and then rushed towards Shura, and from a distance it looked like a calm river suddenly swelled with huge waves!

In this way, Shura went straight into the midst of the army, and I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many injuries he suffered. In short, he didn't feel tired at all, and he didn't feel pain at all. No, it shouldn't be said that he doesn't feel pain, to be precise, the more pain he has, the more he enjoys it. His endless strength seemed to come from this pain.

Those warriors died under the sword of Shura, batch after batch. However, these people seem to be endless, no matter how many they kill, they are still overwhelming.

And as the killing continued, the blood rain continued, and a faint red mist faintly appeared around it, as if the blood cloud in the sky could no longer contain the blood qi.

Shura's eyes were completely blood-red at this time, and there was no longer a distinction between pupils and whites of the eyes, and they looked hideous and terrifying. At this moment, he was killing in the crowd and suddenly noticed that the armored warriors who surrounded him like a tide suddenly scattered in all directions.

Only one boy remained in the crowd, and the boy stood there with an innocent face, looking at Shura with a happy smile. However, Shura's eyes were only surging with blood at this time, and his figure did not stop at all, and the sword was about to be cut off towards the top of the boy's head.

At this time, there was only one word in his mind, and that was kill, kill, kill!!