The demon in red suddenly disappeared. When Shenlian Yingyue sensed that everything around her had changed, it was already too late.
Standing in a field of red dahlias, the sky was crimson, the moon was red, and everything here seemed to be drenched in blood. It was a suffocating shade of red.
The intensity of the color hurt her eyes and head. She felt dizzy, but she managed to keep herself from falling to the ground. What kind of world was she in now?
It was as if she were standing in the middle of an ancient battlefield, where countless people fought and died. Their deaths were miserable, terrifying, and tragic.
The roaring sound of drums thundered in the sky, shaking her eardrums, while the clashing of weapons seemed to scratch at her skin. The sharpness, the gloomy atmosphere, the murderous laughter, the painful screams, and the terrifying pleas resounded all around her.
