Bloody, bloody.

The camp where the blood maniac was at this time was empty. It's just that there is a kind of rotten flesh tissue everywhere at the mercy of the simple surroundings, and the thick smell of blood is disgusting.

There was still blood on the sheets, on the table, and even on the surface of the tarpaulin on the head. It is not difficult to see what a terrible thing happened here.

In particular, in the center, a shape resembling a broken watermelon, with a blur of flesh splattering and spreading in all directions, enveloping the entire area of the tent.

"Tick, tick. ”

Some of the blood that had not yet dried up was still sliding down the corners of the object, eventually converging into small blood-colored puddles on the ground.

The objects on the scene were staggered, as if they had been baptized by some kind of violent energy, and there were stumps and broken bones everywhere, and nothing could be called intact.

......

At this point, it's in the middle of this pile of clutter. A bright red footprint stood out from the center of the site to the outside of the tent without intervals.

Outside, because of the dust clinging to cover up, the footprints have gradually become unclear, and even after dozens of steps, they are completely indistinguishable, and the clues of the owners of the footprints are completely lost.

No longer limited to the immediate front, looking at the surrounding area, the sentry posts and some mercenaries who were still on duty here and some daily activities have disappeared without a trace at this time.

There were ripe ruins left here, but this time they appeared in such an important position in the camp, and after such a heavy blow, the outer part of the camp was relatively well preserved, as if the defensive traps set up around the camp seemed to be useless.

The wooden skeletons of some of the tents had been forcibly broken by some brute force, and were sprinkled on the already soft ground, and even a half-cut tent leather curtain was hung on it, and there was a very heroic and miserable scene in this devastating situation.

It turned out that the ground that had been trampled by people and horses had already been very solid, and now it was also a farmland like spring ploughing, and the loess on the surface had at least risen by more than a foot.

"Boom. ”

Just when it was unclear what was going on, there should have been a valley ahead, and it seemed that the loud noise had come from there.

Stepping out of the bloody makeshift camp and through a natural barrier of dense woodland, suddenly a valley that seemed to be a quiet place appeared in front of me.

The gurgling spring water hits the pebbles on the shore and makes a crisp and pleasant splashing sound, and the condensed mist still floats in the sky due to the natural terrain conditions, so it also brings a touch of coolness to people.

The green bamboo stands proudly from the ground, and the sea of bamboo surges as if it is stirring up the clouds like a divine needle that turns over the river and the sea. The steep cliffs are densely arranged, as if the sharp teeth of some kind of fierce beast contain a kind of sharpness. The green and cool breeze blows gently, and some unknown plants that grow tenaciously on it are also fluttering and dancing, and the scenery of the whole valley is like a living paradise of tranquility and serenity.

"Boom. There was another loud bang, only this time because it was so close that it was quick to make out the exact location.

It is also a circular pothole, and the soil at the bottom of the pit is also air-dried and hardened into lumps of brittle tofu residue due to high temperature, the only difference is that this explosion is a pity that there is no gain.

Not far away, a ripe blood maniac appeared in sight. It's just that this time he didn't have the majesty and demeanor he used to have, and his clothes were covered with dust, and some key parts had even been shattered, completely failing to play the main role of this armor.

With a small breath, the sequelae of the failure of the advancement were still bothering him, making him unable to exert the peak strength of this body. The successive dangerous explosion attacks also made his need for physical strength almost exhausted.

Although the situation was at a disadvantage, the confident aura on the blood maniac's face still did not become shallow and indifferent, but a bloodthirsty nerve in the body was stirred, making the desire to kill even more hungry.

The lumpy muscles were already ready to charge up, and the tendon tissue that had been ravaged and compressed together was now like a full bowstring, which could give the enemy a thunderous blow at any time.

With his feet slightly open and his body leaning forward, the spirit of the whole person has been perfectly blended, and it seems that there is a feeling of a hungry tiger pounced.