Chapter 1227

In mere minutes, nearly half of the 100,000 martial artists gathered at Skyveil Valley had been slaughtered. Mountains of corpses piled high, rivers of blood flowed endlessly—an apocalyptic scene. All the dead were human geniuses. "Today marks the death of the mankind's martial artists..." A blood-soaked martial artist knelt amidst the carnage, tears of blood streaming down his face as despair consumed him. Skyveil Valley had been painted a deep, horrifying crimson. The stench of blood choked the air as severed limbs and mangled bodies lay strewn across the ground, mingling with a mist of blood that hung thick over the battlefield. It was a vision of hell, built on the bodies of nearly 100,000 human martial artists. Only a few hundred remained alive, all gravely wounded and on the brink of death. Tamara collapsed on the platform, her strength drained from manipulating the energy domain. The backlash from the power had left her gravely injured, and she was quickly whis