"Home? Is this the home of Situ An in the Shadow World?"
Su Mo stood before the Blood Gate, bewildered. Although he had become the protagonist, he himself didn't know how he had blundered his way there.
After pushing open the Blood Gate, the red garment painting on his body disintegrated and vanished. Xia Yang's voice also became weak. Painting the Red Clothes was a huge drain on him at this stage, and it could only be maintained for a short while.
"Make way!"
He Yi's voice came from behind. He led the security staff through the Blood Gate assembled from the corpses of newcomers and pushed the biggest contributor to the door opening, Su Mo, to the back.
His breathing grew rapid. He Yi remembered what Situ An once told him, to protect the path to home at all costs, for his home hid everything he owned.
"Situ An is most likely already dead, and now all these will be mine."
