C677 A Petty Wish.

Night had passed, but the clouds were dense and the light was not visible.

The Sound of Deer Cry Mountain was enveloped by a cold blood-colored aura, and there were still many corpses lying on the ground. There were beasts and humans. Some of their blood had dried up, some were still flowing, some of their eyes were not closed, and some of them had even lost their heads. It was extremely tragic