And in the middle of this swamp, there is a massive blood pool, with streams of blood water bubbling as if boiling, constantly churning.
This pool of water is deep red, as though formed from coagulated blood.
Inside the blood pool, there are even bones scattered. In the depths of the blood pool, a figure quietly lies, clad in a black robe, emitting a chilling and wicked aura.
The bloodthirsty air he radiates seems to be the essence of all the lives that have perished in this world, converging on him like the blood pool's water.
Around the blood pool, there is no sign of life, only desolation and silence.
Suddenly, he seems to sense something, abruptly opening his eyes, looking onward.
On the barren land, a blood-colored rift rapidly spreads and stops before the blood pool. In the next instant, the rift enlarges suddenly, and masses of red blood gush out from it, converging in the void.
Demonic Beasts!
