The sea of blood that spanned a hundred miles above the Prefectural City churned and rolled, waves forming an enigmatic cloud.
It was as if heaven and earth had flipped over, the sky transformed into a surging expanse of crimson, within which a violent vortex slowly devoured all things around it, creating one elongated spatial fissure after another.
In contrast, the calm earth now resembled a silent sky.
As the blood sea vortex spun, it emitted an extremely powerful suction force, slowly pulling up the towering ancient tree at the city center, absorbing it in less than ten breaths.
Six masters levitated in the air, their gazes fixed on the blood-colored ocean above them, their faces filled with solemnity, even fear.
"Kekekekeke..."
