Every single person in Jianye City wore the same expression of extreme fear on their faces, likely having witnessed the apocalyptic scene of a mass graveyard, just as Shen Luo had.
On each of them, indistinct black light marks and faintly flickering red blood energy dispersed from their bodies and gathered in a radiating pattern towards a certain point in the sky.
When Shen Luo raised his head and followed this trajectory, he saw that without exception, all were converging on the demon wind in mid-air.
At this moment, the demon wind and Bai Xiaoyun were locked in battle. The demon wind's cloak had already turned from black to bloody red, and its aura had increased tremendously from before.
Upon seeing this, Shen Luo briefly contemplated and immediately guessed what was happening.
