Western Wastelands, the Blood River rumbled!
This blood-red long river was none other than the Nether River, which at this moment, had been dyed red by the fresh blood of countless Nether Clan people.
Bloody, enchanting, bizarre!
It was daunting to behold, a perfect match for the frenzied and ambitious heart of the Western Wasteland Demon Lord.
At this moment, above the heavens of the Western Wasteland Forbidden Land, a finely dressed young man stood indifferently, holding a folding fan in his hand.
He calmly looked towards the Formation before him, its aura immense yet as faint as gold paper, inscribed with various patterns that seemed rather unremarkable.
To many of the Nether Clan people, this unassuming Formation probably seemed like something they could easily destroy.
