The pitch-black Demon Suppressing Tower was bathed in a blood-red glow.
The snow and ice melted, painting the heaven and earth the same color.
Even the perpetually frozen soil turned pitch black.
The blistering Karmic Fire blazed fiercely, seemingly determined to incinerate this world that had already plunged into madness.
"Just a streak of blade light took his life, how is that possible?"
The young man from the countries of the Eastern Sea mumbled to himself in disbelief.
As he staggered backward.
His gaze inadvertently landed on a figure not far in front of him.
There lay a wild man adorned with a tiger skin, his body engulfed by raging blood-red divine fire, soon to turn into ashes.
His arrogant demeanor was still fresh in memory.
However, in just a few breaths, he had become a corpse.
The monstrous blade wound on his chest, and the giant weird axe cut in half in his hand, silently testified to the terrifying attack he had just endured.
Hum!
