Under one sword, the blood mist rose, filled with endless resentment.
This land has almost turned into a sea of blood, with basin-sized pools of fresh blood and countless corpses falling upon the ground of the Sealed Spirit Forbidden Domain, layer upon layer.
These beings were all Immortal Dao Strong People who ruled over lands in the Great Thousand World, yet now they died here like ants, without any value.
On the ground, blood flowed like rivers, the blood sea engulfed the sky; at this moment, it was no longer any exaggerated description, but an earnest statement of the witnessed reality.
"You are guilty beyond redemption,"
"All of you are diabolic followers, devoid of humanity."
The Dari Swordsman, whose brow bore black fissures, said indifferently.
