Through the growing crack, everyone could get a glimpse of pitch black sky and gigantic bloody moon that was contrasting to the dusty blue sky in the background. Rapidly, the light was swallowed by the spreading darkness as if someone had just pulled the curtain shut and the entire space was only illuminated by the barest crimson light from the moon. Creatures similar to crows flew around, except they were bare of feathers and their wings had a sharp tip to it, deadly enough to kill. Their long beaks opened up but instead of cawing, what came out of their mouths were the wails of resentful ghosts, its sound was eerie and mournful, reverberating through the air like a cacophony of hell's symphony.
The cultivators were frozen in shock, petrified. "W—What is this?"
"The demonic realm…?"
There were sharp inhalations of breath. "Goodness, did Jingxue-Jun do this…? Had he just opened the gate to the demonic realm?!"
"Does he want to kill everyone?!"
