Bai Feng stood alone beneath the blood-stained vault of heaven, the air around him thick with the stench of decay. This illusory realm seemed eroded by some ancient curse, and even the air carried a suffocating pressure.
"I must find the others as soon as possible..." He gripped the longsword in his hand tightly, its blade shimmering with a faint golden light that appeared particularly striking in this world of blood.
Suddenly, a violent fluctuation of spiritual energy came from the distance, accompanied by a familiar aura of bitter frost.
Chapter 838