On the desolate and bare horizon, red multicolored light flowed. This was an extremely high-level energy, and when reflected, it was like a bloody sunset.
This scene was like the setting sun, and blood stained the demonic soil.
Chu Feng gathered all his energy and conversed with number nine. He advised him in all sorts of ways, telling him that there were many celestial spheres outside and that there were even dragons and immortal birds among the fresh recipes.
He had no choice but to try his best to persuade him. If he failed, he would be left here and reduced to food.
Number nine sat on a rock with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. The sound of chewing on his leg bone was terrifying and terrifying.
