The wind was filled with the smell of burning and blood, rain and ash falling from the sky, the sea ignited by flames, and the clouds in the firmament cracked amidst the burning.
Between the sea and sky, one flaming tree after another rose from the ground, encircling the flower-blooming Luo Island.
A breathtakingly beautiful scene was presented to everyone.
Even the vendetta-mad mermaids were momentarily stunned, frozen in place, drawing near instinctively in terror. But behind them, the sacrificials blew their horns time and again, urging them on!
In the bloodied water, the cruel gaze of the Green Flood Dragon crossed a vast distance, falling silently on every slave, urging them onward!
There was no retreat, only forward; the closer they got to the enemy's position, the more cautious the massive destructive weapons became; only by charging in could they avenge their shame.
