The blood-red mist simmered and surged in the hall, rapidly filling every inch of space, every corner.
The purple fireball at the edge of the explosion was touched by the blood-red mist, and with a "poof" it shrank inward like a punctured balloon, vanishing completely in the blink of an eye.
The flames burning on the floor, seats, walls, and ceiling were extinguished as if doused with cold water when touched by the blood-red mist.
In just a blink, all combat energy in the hall dissipated, or rather, was absorbed by the blood-colored energy—the whole hall left with only the blood-red mist as its sole protagonist.
Then the blood-red mist sank, falling from the air, like a real blood-colored carpet on the ground.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Footsteps echoed, slowly approaching from outside the hall.
Ma Qiu lay dazed on the floor, pinned down by Donna, perplexed. Ever since Donna had abruptly pulled him towards the hall's exit, he found himself unable to think clearly, feeling dizzy.
