I was hiding in the village and became the Grandmaster of all things!

On the ground, the battle horns have quietly stopped, but the air still lingers with a murderous atmosphere.

Below, the once vibrant battlefield has now turned into a hell on earth. The corpses on the ground are like fallen autumn leaves, covering every inch of land in a disorderly manner. The corpses are everywhere, and the scene is so tragic that it is shocking.

Under the moonlight, the lifeless bodies appeared particularly pale and cold. Bright red blood flowed out from the wounds, gathering into trickles and eventually dyeing the entire earth red, as if it was an unfortunate disaster of nature that had stained the land beyond recognition.

Even the innocently fallen towering trees were not spared. Their branches, trunks, and even roots were stained by the surging blood, becoming shocking and eerie, like devil's claws reaching out from hell, telling endless wails.

The smell of blood, a mixture of rust and despair, permeated the night sky, penetrating every pore and reaching people's hearts.

This smell made the battle-hardened brothers behind the Poison Wolf feel afraid, and their eyes flashed with indescribable fear and disgust.

Although they had long been accustomed to hovering on the edge of life and death and had witnessed countless death scenes, the scene before them far exceeded the psychological limit they could bear. It was a shock that struck the soul directly, making people feel nauseous involuntarily.

The two little girls, Xiao Yaoer and Lin Ruo, could not bear this cruel visual impact.

Their faces were as pale as paper, their eyes were filled with tears, and their bodies were trembling with excessive fear and discomfort.

Finally, when the bloody smell hit them again, they could no longer suppress the churning in their hearts and began to vomit violently. Helplessness and despair spread in their young hearts.

However, in this land shrouded in death, the fighting has not completely ceased.

Above, the duel between the three puppets and the old man was still in full swing. The mechanical joints of the puppets flashed a cold light in the night, and each attack was accompanied by a roar of metal. The old man's figure was graceful, and he shuttled between the puppets like a ghost. Each of his moves contained deep spiritual power, tearing the surrounding air into pieces.

The terrifying battle waves rushed in all directions.

A thrilling battle was like a tranquility suddenly torn apart by a violent storm. Its terrifying fluctuations were like a sleeping beast suddenly awakening, wreaking havoc in every inch of space, expanding wildly in all directions, and completely devouring the quiet night.

The stars trembled, the moonlight became dim, and the entire sky seemed to be shrouded in an invisible and terrifying shadow.

Every surge contains the power to destroy the world.

The terrifying spiritual power was like billions of invisible swords, dancing wildly in the void. Every intersection and collision caused a deafening roar. The void seemed to be easily cut by the sharp sword blade, leaving behind shocking cracks that were difficult to heal for a long time.

The interweaving of light and shadow creates a picture that is both magnificent and terrifying.

Si Jinxuan stood on the edge of chaos and death, her face looking exceptionally resolute in the dim light, her eyes fixed on the churning night sky, where two extremely powerful forces were battling for life and death.

At her feet, the bodies of eight prominent family heads, dressed in gorgeous clothes, lay. Their former glory and majesty were now only cold shells, telling of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this battle.

Not far away, the old man of the Cui family was kneeling alone on the ground. His aged body was trembling slightly in the cold wind, and the wound on his chest was still bleeding, staining his clothes a shocking dark red.

But he seemed to feel no pain, and his eyes were full of complex expressions, showing both shock from the battle and deep worry about his unknown fate.

"ha...."

In this suffocatingly tense atmosphere, a discordant yet playful voice broke the silence.

The big white rabbit was standing on Xiao Yaoer's shoulder at this moment. It half-closed its eyes and yawned lazily. It seemed to tell everyone that even such a shocking battle could not disturb its leisurely mood.

This sudden scene added a bit of unexpected fun to the tense and exciting scene. While people were frightened, they couldn't help but smile knowingly at the calmness of the matter.

Next to them, Xiao Yaoer and Lin Ruo sat side by side, their figures gently wrapped in the soft night.

Xiao Yaoer was holding an exquisite jade bottle in her hand, which contained the precious medicine she got from her father.

When the bottle is opened slightly, a fresh and slightly medicinal scent instantly spreads out, as if it can dispel all the illness and fatigue in the world.

Lin Ruo took the medicine handed to him by Xiao Yaoer and took a sip. The warm liquid slid down his throat and went straight to his heart, bringing him an unprecedented sense of comfort and peace. The fear and nausea he had just felt were also dispelled.

That's when.

Above the sky, a thrilling battle quietly reached its climax.

The tiger-shaped puppet was grabbing the old man's chest with its claws.

The originally inky black night sky was torn apart by several intertwined lights and shadows, bursting into dazzling light, causing everything around it to tremble.

It was a huge tiger-shaped puppet, covered with hard metal scales, flashing a cold light under the moonlight. It was launching a fierce attack on a ragged old man with an unstoppable force.

Every swing of the tiger-shaped puppet's claws was accompanied by a deafening roar, and the air was filled with the strong smell of the collision of metal and spiritual power.

Finally, after a powerful pounce, the sharp tiger claws accurately embedded into the old man's chest, leaving three shocking claw marks.

These scars seemed to have life, rapidly spreading black energy, corroding the old man's body like a poisonous snake, making his face pale as paper in an instant.

The old man let out a low and painful groan, and a trace of bright red blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the dry ground, which looked particularly glaring.

The wound not only brought him severe physical pain, but also seemed to touch the fear and despair deep in his soul, causing his body to tremble involuntarily, and every breath was accompanied by unbearable torment.

This scene.

This made the remaining Poison Wolf and others smile.

This horrific battle was finally coming to an end. Although they had participated in the battle, they were only fighting against the 100,000 exhausted soldiers.

The most dangerous battles are fought by the boss and the second-in-command.

However, what Poison Wolf is more interested in now is the relationship between the boss and the princess...