At this moment, Nalan Shuo and the Japanese Apostle Curse Blade had been staring at each other from a distance for a long time, yet neither intended to make a move—indeed, they remained perfectly still.
If someone were to stand in front of Nalan Shuo or Curse Blade right now, they would see that both were in a terrifying state, with bizarre expressions and pupils that had disappeared, leaving only eerie whites.
Both of them.
This appearance was exactly like the expression on the Blood Guanyin Statue, as if they were shells from which the soul had been extracted.
Meanwhile, in Nalan Shuo's perspective, the world had completely changed. Before him, there was no longer a landscape of dark soil and dead forest; even comrades and opponents were all gone.
Under his feet was red soil emitting a rancid odor, and with each step, black-red foul blood seeped out. This land was a burial ground for countless corpses in the aftermath of a massacre.
