Kun held the position of the main pass master. Though Zhang Kun's accusation lacked substantial reason, these two camps had been locked in a bitter struggle for years, with each side killing the other...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

Theof the Soul Race, there was no star chart to guide him. Looking around, the environment seemed uniform in every direction. After his sudden return, he was momentarily lost and unable to discern his be...