This was a wasteland that had experienced many wars. Bones and broken limbs were scattered across the entire place. Congealed blood made the ground look like it was covered with bloody patterns.
The wind howled as it swept up waves of sand. The entire place was silent and dead.
Zhou Xuanji and the rest looked at a mountain in front of them.
There stood a bloodied curved blade. The tip of the blade pointed downwards and was buried in the dirt. A gust of blood wind enveloped the blade.
Yes!
It was a blood wind!
A blood wind that was visible to the naked eye!
Little Jiang Xue and Huang Lianxin were both frightened by the blood-colored blade. It gave off an absolutely terrifying aura.
The younger girl asked carefully, "Could it be haunted?"
Even though she was a Foundation Building Stage cultivator, she still had an innate fear of ghosts.
"I'm afraid that it is," the Sword Valiant coldly snorted.
