C93 Graveworm Swarm

Three days later, in a desolate habitat of Fellbeasts, a human cultivator, roughly seventeen years old, was seated cross-legged. His expression was grave, his thin lips set and eyes sharp like a hawk's, his garment soaked with large patches of blood. Powerful auras emanated from his body in waves, eliciting continuous roars from the surrounding Fellbeasts.

Suddenly