At the edge of a boundless Blood Sea, countless dead Strange Serpents lay scattered across a rocky beach.
These Strange Serpents were dozens of meters long, their bodies as thick as a person was tall. They had nine claws on their bellies, but the strangest thing was the number of heads they possessed.
Single-headed ones were rare. Three or five heads were ordinary. Each head was covered in hedgehog-like barbs and sharp horns, as large as a two-meter bed.
Hong Xiu stood by the sea, beside a Flame Cloud as large as a basketball court, piled high with multi-headed serpent corpses like a small mountain.
He had long grown used to such sights. Still, he stared blankly at the endless Blood Sea, which gave off a faint fragrance, his face full of melancholy.
Half a month ago, the remnants of Camp Hai had been brought back to the main camp by Hu Cheng and swiftly broken up. That was how he had ended up at this beach battlefield belonging to Flag You.
Hong Xiu had always thought highly of himself. Since arriving in Nether Demon Heaven, he had used every trick at his disposal. Yet after all that effort and going in circles, he had somehow returned to his old trade in the Flame Marching Flag.
Fate truly toyed with people!
Just as he was wallowing in self-pity, a chill suddenly ran through his heart, as though some great Demon Monster had fixed its gaze on him!
He instinctively looked up and saw that one of the Strange Serpent heads that had been lying dead on the Flame Carriage moments ago had leaped into the air. Its jaws gaped wide as it lunged to swallow him whole.
For an instant, Hong Xiu could even see the Blood Sky overhead through