After carefully sensing the surroundings, Liu Mu said in a grave voice, "The ancient city is very sinister. There is a force in the sky that has imprisoned the space, preventing even the Spirit Masters and Curse Masters from leaving. I fear only the Dragon Clan can break through it."
The occasional Heavenly Soldiers and Ghost Soldiers they came across did not stand in their way. But when their cold gaze swept past them, it was as if they were looking at corpses.
Ahead, the sound of raging and roaring river water could be heard. At the same time, a surge of Evil Qi that reached the sky permeated the area ahead, alongside a stinging smell of blood. The crimson blood mist churned, over a rampaging, roaring river of blood. The nauseating smell of blood left no doubt that the river was indeed filled with real blood.
By now, even Xiao Chen was starting to believe that this appeared to be the capital of the Nether Realm where its ruler resides.
