The hour of Si and Wu.
The rising sun splashed Yuquan Mountain in a golden glow, the mountain wind rustled through, sounding like the joyous laughter of wildflowers everywhere.
In the pool of blood, it seemed as if there were tentacles struggling to climb the Green Stone Platform, allowing sin to spread and the color of blood to reach the altar until... the source was suddenly extinguished.
The disciples of Hengshan Sect dragged the bodies of Demon Cult villains to the mountain path, and when no one was paying attention, they reached out to check for any signs of breath.
Soon, disdain appeared on their faces.
The two pools of blood in front of the altar dyed the eyes of the people from the three major manors crimson, stirring unrest in their hearts.
After a moment, their gazes changed from confusion and uncertainty to determination.
Once on the junior sect leader's ship, it was time to see things through to the end.
