The Valley of Buried Soldiers was not flat; the ground was littered with rusted weapons and jagged, strange rocks, along with deep, bottomless fissures from which even denser Evil Qi emerged.
Occasionally, one could see incomplete skeletal remains of humans or Demon Beasts, half-buried in weapons and dust, long since weathered away.
After walking for about half an hour and venturing several miles into the valley, the surrounding light grew increasingly dim, and the Evil Qi became so thick it was almost impenetrable, compressing the light of the departing fire pearl to a range of only two feet around them.
Fang Hao could sense that Crimson Phoenix's breathing had also become slightly rapid; evidently, maintaining the departing fire pearl was a significant drain on her.
"This is the place." Crimson Phoenix stopped at a relatively open area near the left rock wall where there were fewer weapons on the ground.
