Dusk hung like blood, staining Chuyun Valley in an eerie, dark red. Li Bai's grip on his sword tightened slightly as he looked up at the churning, inky clouds overhead. The clouds had twisted into bizarre, beastly shapes, their sharp claws piercing the canopy as if ready to pounce.
Records from ancient texts kept spinning in his mind: the Floating Life Flower was the beating heart of Chuyun Valley, and countless demonic beasts cultivated using its spiritual essence.
Now that the Floating Life Flower had vanished, the spiritual beasts that guarded it would surely pour out in full force, bringing the horde of demons with them.
Chapter 150