The faces of the five people dramatically changed, instinctively wanting to escape.
However, under the restriction of the waning sun, they couldn't fly and could only watch helplessly as the bloody sky descended.
Golden light surged from Zhou Qing's eyes, and a four-colored mystical flower rapidly spun within him.
He slowly raised his hand, gathering a terrifying aura at his fingertips.
In an instant, a huge blood phoenix phantom screeched skyward, while countless ancient inscriptions flickered around his body.
Even more frightening, five brilliant Phoenix Dao Patterns shot from Zhou Qing's fingertips, like meteors, into the blood curtain.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Five consecutive explosions echoed, and gut-wrenching screams emanated from within the bloody sky.
The sound was extremely shrill, as if experiencing torture by a thousand cuts.
Moments later, everything returned to silence.
