The blood mist that sprayed out splashed onto the flag, and the words "bloodflag sect" were stained with blood, making it even more shocking.
This time, Ling Chuxi and the others could be considered to have truly experienced the dangers of the thousand layer Ridge. These forces with real strength simply treated human lives like grass and would not leave any room for mercy when they attacked.
In the bloodflag sect, the middle-aged man in the lead slowly put away his longsword. There was no emotion on his fair and clean face. He was so calm that it was as if he had just finished a glass of water.
The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at the convoy behind him. His gaze stopped at the flag of the heart of the sword sect.
