Cui Jing also jumped off the soft bed after stepping into the area of the ancient hall and walked forward with a respectful expression.
Hearing the heart-wrenching screams, Jian Wushuang remained calm, as if he was not affected at all.
As for Cheng Qing and the others, their faces were also indifferent and they did not care.
To be able to reach the Yan Immortal stage, which cultivator had not destroyed a Heavenly Region and living beings for various reasons or starting points?
And the current situation naturally could not affect their state of mind.
The further he went, the more Jian Wushuang realized where the wails and howls were coming from. The Blood Sea under his feet was formed by the condensation and transformation of the ownerless divine souls of countless creatures that had been captured.
They were constantly being refined and could not be freed.
