The viscous blood qi spreads across the Blood-colored Land.
The sound of fists pounding on bones and angry roars of fury cannot disperse this extremely thick blood qi.
Through the thick blood qi, one can vaguely see shattered bones flying, and a black shadow with blood burning all over it rampaging through the endless army of corpses.
The army of corpses seems never-ending.
A full half day has passed, yet it remains infinite.
Su Ming, Zhuo Yan, and Lu Jingchuan looked ahead at the black shadow with heavy expressions, always staying directly behind Blackie.
Thus, there weren't many corpses attacking them.
However, their expressions are somewhat serious now.
Half a day is not long for cultivators.
Yet to maintain such a state of battle for half a day without any sign of fatigue—this is inconceivable to Su Ming, Zhuo Yan, and Lu Jingchuan.
