The huge wave that swept over was like an evil Dragon, roaring. Blood fell from the sky, forming a blood curtain. The blood that splattered in all directions was like beads strung together, shaking with the huge wave.
"Go there, it's safe there.“
Feng Qiao saw that there was a relatively large space behind them, and the blood wave couldn't cover it for the time being. He pulled fatty and ran over there. The old monk followed closely behind, and Li Tian protected Feng Xia at the bottom.
Standing not far away, he watched the huge waves roll, wave after wave, like a sea wave, making a loud sound of water. Then, slowly, the blood pool stabilized, and the turbulent waves disappeared in a flash.
The spoon-shaped blood pool slowly flowed along the handle of the spoon. The stream at the handle of the spoon widened and became a River.
