The battle ended.
The tribulation clouds dispersed, yet the aura of tribulation lingered in this blood-colored space, refusing to fade.
The previously blood-red fog had dissipated under the continuous rumble of the lightning tribulation.
The Blood-colored Land was devastated, covered in cracks. The once smooth ground was now marred with depressions and protruding stones, like hideous scars crisscrossing the surface.
Blackie's gaze swept downward, where bones were deeply embedded like spikes into the earth's fissures.
Then, his gaze fell upon the three figures of Su Ming in the distance, a hundred miles away.
Sensing that emotionless gaze, Su Ming and his companions felt as though their blood vessels halted for an instant, their hearts gripped by a hand wrapped in black demonic qi.
