A cold wind blew through the valley.
The bodies in the mud had long since been mostly devoured by the eagles and pigeons attracted to the scene.
Some eagles and pigeons were swelling round with fullness, yet they kept on feeding.
This was a catastrophe for humanity, but a feast for them.
Suddenly, with a booming sound, a figure fell from the sky, smashing into the ground and creating a huge pit, and numerous eagles and pigeons were caught in the aftermath, their flesh rending and blood spilling.
Duan Yun stood in the pit, surrounded by swirling Qi Force, with Breaking Body Sword Energy occasionally bursting out.
That day, he had absorbed too much True Qi from White Socks, and though it had all fused into his body, it was ultimately too complex and required time to digest.
Duan Yun took a step and, like a cannonball, shot up from the ground and vanished.
