Layers of blood mist transformed into a rain of blood falling upon the ground, blossoming like roses—vibrant and dazzling yet carrying an overwhelmingly pungent stench.
Xu Guanying stared fixedly at Chen Nuo and Ren Yingying standing beside him.
Even Zhao Wuji, a man who had seen his share of stormy seas, could not help breaking out in a cold sweat at that moment.
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