The blood boiled eerily at his fingertips, turning into a wisp of black smoke and dissipating.
His brows furrowed tightly.
"Just like last time at Qinglan Sect, but the concentration is ten times greater."
Yun He suddenly pointed to the sky.
"Look!"
The three looked up to see dark red clouds gathering in the previously clear sky, with lightning faintly flashing within, emitting a suffocating pressure.
Changfeng felt the spiritual power within him suddenly become sluggish, as if suppressed by some invisible force.
"We must go!"
Changfeng shouted, and the three quickly soared into the sky.
Just as they left the ground, a blood-red lightning bolt struck the spot where they had stood, evaporating the blood pool entirely.
After reaching a safe height, the three looked back at Five Mountains City in shock.
