With one step forward, the scene before Yi Chen's eyes made his pupils constrict like the tip of a needle.
Beneath the night sky at that moment, a strange blood lotus cloud, akin to a blazing fire, eerily appeared on the horizon.
Its color was vibrantly luscious, as if it had eroded a great hole into the dark expanse of the night sky.
Above the cloud, strands of blood red filaments fell from its height, dropping onto the Longjiang river, where a peculiar rhythm began to spread through the air.
The once prosperous Chen Family mansion was now no more, its splendor replaced by ruins and rubble everywhere.
Many workers and constables, pale-faced, were ceaselessly carrying corpses and exhuming bodies from the ground.
In front of Yi Chen, a woman clad in black armor with peculiar high-top metal boots stood with her back to him, gazing into the distance unmoving.
