The cold plum, as radiant as fire, is covered with a smear of dark black, like black snow falling.
In the sharp golden vertical pupil of the True Ancestor Evil God, a faint Divine Fire seemed to ignite, harboring an extremely terrifying and violent intent.
The fair wrist holding the plum trembled slightly.
A few strands of mysterious and eerie fragrance quietly dispersed.
The bitter essence of it permeated the fire in the fireplace, turning it into a kind of warm and cool desolation.
The blazing crimson meaning bloomed from within the flower, trying to dispel the invading black intent.
Suddenly, Baili An, standing opposite, smiled softly.
The laughter was weak, yet it seemed to be entwined with a nightmare-like breath.
The cold breath fell on the cold plum at the fingertips of the two.
The karma barrier, invisible to mortal eyes, like a black mist, covered the bloom of the crimson plum with irresistible force, dyeing it deep and dark.
