The killing intent and bloodlust within that spear were peerlessly ferocious. Even sensing it from afar made one's heart pound with dread. Its terrifying might could extinguish life across ten thousand miles; even Qin Yi, sensing it from a distance, felt he could not withstand it head-on and had to find a way to evade it.
How did such ferocity resemble a demonic art? Could it have been Mount Mang Venerable's technique, condensed into the shape of a spear?
Yet when Qin Yi hurried over to look, he saw that the spear had come from Li Qingjun's hand, shooting straight toward Mount Mang in the distant sky.
An eerie blood mist spread from Mount Mang's entire body, faint divine radiance winding around him as he hung high in the heavens, looking like an evil blood-red moon.
The crimson spear light chased stars and pursued the moon, seeming to use evil against evil and blood to punish blood, intent on shooting that blood moon down from the firmament.
Bloodlight and moonlight intertwined in the darkness, while the faint specter of ten thousand ghosts devouring souls filled the air. The sight was truly bleakly beautiful and strangely enchanting, enough to set hearts racing and spirits soaring.
With a BOOM, the entire world lost its color.
All the residents of Dragon Abyss City opened their windows and looked out. It was as though they could see the whole sky transformed into a dark scarlet prison, muffled thunder resounding at the horizon and rumbling through the heavens.
It was as if this vault of heaven had died and been replaced by a blood-shadowed sky.
Then a sliver of cracking appeared in the bloody sky. A ray of morning sunlight shone through the fissure, brilliant gold. The crack widened and widened, until the sun's radiance