Blood light fills the air, permeating the bottom of the well.
On the Nine Dragon Wall, golden runes seemed unable to withstand the terrifying corpse qi, roaring with electric fire, each character exploding in succession.
"Pure Yang Divine Light!"
Jingming Daoist felt a deep shock in his heart, and magical power surged from his hand. In an instant, he directed it towards the Pure Yang Mirror, attempting to invoke the divine power of this treasure.
But blood light rippled, seeming to seep into every inch of void at the bottom of the well, pulling his soul and divine thought into a horrifying vision.
Isolating him from the outside world!
As omens swapped places, he faced the seeming onslaught of thousands of troops storming forth.
Blood light and black qi transformed into a battlefield reminiscent of Asura Land, filled with the sound of slaughter.
On one side were "rebels" clad in black armor, encircling a mighty fortress.
