The battle was over.
The tribulation clouds dispersed, but the remnants of their might still lingered in this blood-stained realm.
The bloody mist from before had already been swept away by the constant thunder of the lightning tribulation.
The blood-colored land lay in utter ruin, crisscrossed by ravines and fissures; the once flat ground now marred by pits and jagged stones, like ferocious scars twisting upon each other.
Blackie swept his gaze downward. Bones, sharp as spikes, were driven deep into the cracks of the earth.
Then, his eyes fell upon Su Ming and his companions, a hundred miles away.
They sensed the emotionless stare fixed upon them, and in that instant, all three felt their blood freeze, as if their hearts were gripped by a hand shrouded in black demonic qi.
