"Indeed." Seeing both Luohu and Poya say so, Vimozhiduoluo began to feel he might be overthinking, so he responded, decided not to pursue further questions, and turned his gaze toward the battlefield ahead.
Before him, demonic qi and elemental force intertwined, the sound of spells colliding incessantly, accompanied by cries and roars, fiercely intense.
Clusters of blood mist exploded, resembling fireworks in succession, the setting sun slanting, the sound of slaughter filling the heavens, extremely harrowing.
Blood rained down from the sky, soon disappearing into the earth.
Everything seemed normal.
It's just that everyone's attention was focused on the fierce battlefield ahead, so much so that no one noticed the seemingly too swift disappearance of blood into the ground.
.....
Yumen Pass, Qingshan Palace.
High buildings with pointed eaves, half a crescent moon climbing over the rooftop, moonlight and lamplight contending for brilliance.
