Blood-red sky, blood-red ground!
Blood-red mountain peaks, blood-red plants!
This was a world filled with blood-red everywhere, more terrifying than Hell, bloodier than Hell.
When Ying Yue's Wooden Clone struggled to stand up and looked around this eerie place, his entire being was shocked, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Although, before descending, he had already guessed that the crack beneath the Sky Pit might lead to another Small World.
But he had never imagined that this Small World would look like this.
Blood-red!
Everywhere was blood-red!
The sky, the land, the mountain peaks, the forests, the rivers... everything was blood-red!
It was as if this world had been constructed entirely out of fresh blood, and a hundred meters above his head in the air, there was a slash-like crack.
It stood glaringly in midair, its color much lighter than other places, like a scar.
That was exactly where the Wooden Clone had fallen from!
