Xiao Ming swung his sword, releasing a ray of cloudy light that surged toward the incoming blood fog.
The fog, thick and menacing, howled with the phantoms of Blood Wolves, their spectral forms writhing within the crimson mist.
The air was thick with the stench of blood and the oppressive energy of the Violet Mist, creating a nightmarish scene.
BANG!
An intense collision erupted as the sword light clashed with the blood fog. The force of the impact sent shockwaves rippling through the air, and the howls of the Blood Wolves were drowned out by the divine chanting that followed.
Above the battlefield, ethereal figures materialized, their forms towering and radiant. These divine beings chanted in unison, their voices resonating with a power that seemed to shake the surroundings impactly.
The Blood Wolves, caught in the crossfire, shuddered in terror as the divine energy suppressed their feral instincts.
