Following the path into the mountain, entering Dragon Peak Holy Mountain, the scene before them suddenly changed.
The world of ice and snow sealing the sky vanished abruptly, replaced by an incredibly vast dark world, displayed before the group.
Far on the horizon, blood light soared to the skies, illuminating the sky.
Several layers of peaks, shrouded in blood, appeared black and desolate, resembling deathly ghost mountains, eerie and terrifying.
Within the oppressive cloud cover, cries resembling those of infants and women echoed, distant and haunting, chilling the listener's marrow.
The thick, bloody atmosphere of slaughter blended with the ages, sweeping over them.
To Ling Feng's surprise, the Slaughter Sword Intent within him seemed to greatly enjoy this aura. Under its nurture, it was being elevated bit by bit.
The group of disciples stood at the entrance, profoundly feeling their own insignificance amidst the vastness of heaven and earth.
