The world plunged into a scarlet hue.
The sun and moon retreated, stars vanished, only red mist spilled from the space between Yang Jian's brows.
At this moment, everyone's gaze on the battlefield converged on Yang Jian.
His body seemed to be dissolving, all the blood surged up to the Third Eye.
A great terrifying aura was spreading.
Spreading across heaven and earth, spreading through everyone's hearts.
Lin Heng, Ying Zheng, Wutian, all appeared solemn, holding their breath.
The Venerable Emperor Chong'en, on the other hand, stood suspiciously in place, his face full of vigilance, his heart growing increasingly uneasy.
As he stared intently at Yang Jian, the Light of the Saint surrounded him, layer upon layer of Dharma Seals stacked before him, as insurmountable as mountains.
Yet his heart could not find peace.
"It's coming!"
At this moment, the Venerable Emperor Chong'en suddenly exclaimed.
Only to see an overwhelming Sea of Blood erupt from Yang Jian's Celestial Eye.
