Blood Kill Sect was as grim and eerie as ever. This twelve-leveled building phase shifted continuously between Heaven and Earth.
Presently at the twelfth Level …
The Grandmaster of Blood Kill Sect was bent over in one corner. Clad in black robes, the Grandmaster’s breathing was haphazard, as the surrounding blood mist gathered together densely.
Boom!
Within that dense mist, a door which was half illusory and real at the same time disappeared instantly.
"Failed. The Blood World…" No one could make out this gender-neutral voice of the person beneath the black robes.
"Who is it! Come out!" Suddenly, the person lashed out at the void around.
Even though the voice wasn’t terribly loud, it seemed to possess a mysterious power which one could not hide away from.
