The sky above the square where the giant sword was on Mount Wuzhi was clear. The sunlight penetrated the thin cloud layers to radiate its light and warmth to the ground without reservation.
Even so, the people in the square could not sense this gift from nature at all.
Their view was already replaced by a red illusion while a penetrating cold intent surrounded them.
At this point, the Venerable Ones finally understood why Master Kurong kept a straight face and mercilessly drove away most of the people off the peak. It was not that he was trying to be strictly impartial nor was there an unspeakable secret behind this, but the formidable blacksmith had already experienced the suits' enormous powers when he tested them earlier.
The red color looked simple as though the world was covered by a layer of light red luster.
