In the distance.
Severed heads floated in mid-air, like sky lanterns.
The sky for miles around was dyed a deep red, casting a pall over more than half of Wan'an City.
Sinister, chilling, terrifying!
At the sight of this, the hair of everyone celebrating the Mid-Autumn Festival in Wan'an City stood on end.
Red light emanated from the heads' eyes as a grim, hoarse voice echoed through Wan'an City.
"Wu Chen! Xu Muying! Get out here and face me!"
As the voice washed over the city, the overwhelming stench of blood permeated all of Wan'an City.
Some with weaker constitutions fell to their knees, dry-heaving uncontrollably.
The terrifying atmosphere sent a chill down their spines, as if they had been plunged into the depths of Hell.
"What's that guy, the Demon Lord, up to?" Xu Muying frowned.
Only the Demon Lord possessed the profound Power required to suspend three thousand heads in mid-air!
