In the center of the small town, streaks of crimson blood flowed, entering the underground Great Formation. The Great Formation surged, shaking the entire town. The blood gathered into a long river of red, like a scarlet dragon soaring through the town.
It was merely the convergence of the townspeople's blood, yet the entire town seemed enshrouded in a mist of blood. A nauseating, rich stench of blood permeated the surroundings.
"Quick, take off."
Lan Pili looked at the eerie and terrifying scene before him and urged everyone to leave the ground repeatedly.
Upon hearing this, the disciples of the Hundred Peaks Sect immediately took to the skies on their flying swords, soaring straight into the high altitude.
Just as everyone took to the air, the Blood River below erupted like a tsunami, churning furiously.
Lan Pili flew upward with a grave expression, "Demonic Beasts, the demonic beast is about to emerge."
