Chapter 488: Ancient Battlefield

A man and a serpent followed the scent deeper into the fog. The dark-purple miasma still hung thick, but to Rascal Runt's razor-sharp nose, that stench of blood mixed with medicine burned like a lantern in the dark, impossible to miss. They took a winding route. They crossed a stretch where white bones lay piled like drifts, then passed over a pitch-black Nether River. At last, they reached a concealed entrance to a Valley. The Valley lay smothered under heavy fog. Two broken stone statues stood...