Crimson blood slowly trickled on the ground.
A rich, bloody scent gradually spread through the void.
A wild breath, at this very moment.
Slowly, bit by bit, it seeped into the minds of those remaining cultivators of Bai Hua Pavilion.
"Are you going to make a move?"
"Inside Bai Hua Pavilion, that Blood Refinement Intermediate Stage cultivator seems to have some strength."
Outside Qingshi City.
In some deserted place that no one paid attention to.
A boy dressed in black, expressionless, codenamed Abyss.
At this moment, he was quietly asking a question to an old man beside him, one with white hair and beard, a slightly hunched figure, and his face covered with wrinkles.
However, the old man codenamed Zhen did not respond to the young man beside him.
He just narrowed his eyes slightly.
Watching that battlefield.
Until time passed.
And that Blood Refinement Intermediate Stage cultivator of Bai Hua Pavilion did not show any signs of weakness.
