At this moment, all living beings in the world were drawn to the ominous sight of blood staining the sky.
"What is this? Why has the sky changed color?"
An immortal king stared at the blood-red cloud above, his voice trembling with shock.
"What a dense blood Qi… Just how many lives were taken to amass this?"
Even a seasoned peak-stage cultivator stood in disbelief, gazing skyward.
"That direction… It's Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain!"
On the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, the battle had already begun.
Herve Jervis and the yellow-robed monk charged toward Scipio Langdon and Elder Juntenen.
Meanwhile, Benaiah Strunk stood protectively in front of Braydon Neal.
As the power within Braydon's body surged, the banished immortal Dharma power in the small world grew rapidly.
Sensing Braydon's intensifying aura, Benaiah nodded approvingly.
"Not bad. As expected of my disciple."
