With a flash of darkness followed by light, Fang Hao felt as if he had been thrown into a red-hot blacksmith's furnace. From all directions came deafening shouts of battle, the clashing of weapons, and the angry roars and screams of the dying! His nose caught the thick, inseparable stench of blood, sweat, and the dust-filled smell of smoke. His ears rang, and his brain felt like it had been stuffed into a giant drum being pounded with full force.
He "stood" on a vast, dark red wasteland (the sky was dark red, and the earth was dark red, as if soaked in blood). Beneath his feet was cracked, steaming scorched earth, embedded with broken weapons, tattered war banners, and... countless, incomplete, giant skeletons! There were humanoid ones, as well as the skeletons of various bizarre Demon Beasts, piled up like small hills.
