The Bronze Blood Gate is quite mysterious, standing in mid-air, with air on both sides, yet what one sees is a black and red space, like a passage connecting to an unknown dimension.
This space, leading to who knows where, caused everyone's expressions to change slightly.
Xu Guang felt the same way; earlier, he could see a blood-colored bronze sword within the Bronze Blood Gate, but now there was nothing but a vast expanse of black and red, the blood-colored bronze sword long gone.
"Something's not right."
He said.
Zhuge Wuliang nodded slightly at him.
Jin Buhuan trusted the judgment of the two, but Cao Ku's expression began to change, brewing a dangerous aura in his eyes.
The greatest benefit of coming here, comprehending the true meaning of Martial Dao, had already been taken by Xu Guang, a dream for many—he could tolerate that, but now...
The secret treasure lies right before his eyes, and he cannot give it up.
"Wait!"
