For some reason, the once-clear sky had been stained with a layer of red. In broad daylight, a strange Red Moon had appeared out of nowhere!
Seeing this anomaly, the refugees actually pulled out their phones to record it, completely unaware of the terrifying, devastating blow these phenomena would bring upon them!
By the time the crowd realized something was wrong, it was already too late. The eerie crimson blood had covered the entire beach and spread beneath their feet. Though they stood on solid streets, it was as if they had sunk into a swamp. Their legs felt as heavy as lead, and no matter how much strength they used, they could not lift them!
"It has been years since we gathered like this. But today, a few annoying old friends have shown up too. Wouldn't you say so?"
The killing intent in Weng Yunling's eyes became even more tangible. She had not been on the beach for long before sensing three extremely detestable auras approaching them from the sky, the land, and the sea. They were all very familiar with these three auras. After all, they had fought as old rivals for decades!
But with things having reached this point, it could only mean one thing: the continuous revival of these Evil Spirit Bodies meant that the Night Douluo, who controlled their life and death, was about to revive. Fifteen years ago, when the Night Douluo had been killed, he had already been a level 98 Titled Douluo. Although his cultivation could not possibly have improved after being sealed for so long, that did not mean they could defeat him easily.
Jing Hang had already withdrawn from the battlefield. His cold gaze swept across the bloodstained beach, then he looked at the more than one hundred civilians trapped