Long Qingyue and the others' eyes uncontrollably filled with a crimson hue. Like blood dripping into clear water, the red rapidly spread through their pupils.
They felt a violent blaze in their chests burning ever hotter, and they desperately wanted to charge into that battlefield and perish together with those black torrents.
"Dong—!"
Just as their eyes grew increasingly crimson and their minds were about to lose themselves, a clear, resonant chime suddenly rang beside their ears.
The bell was not loud, yet it was like the toll of a great bell, carrying a cool force that reached deep into their souls.
Long Qingyue and the others felt as if they had been awakened by enlightenment. The frenzy and Killing Intent in their minds melted away like ice and snow, and they instantly regained clarity.
The crimson in their eyes swiftly faded, returning them to their usual clear gaze.
Even so, lingering fear gripped them, leaving their backs chilled. If Lin Ming had not acted, the Killing Aura would likely have already eroded their minds and reduced them to walking corpses that knew only slaughter.
Lin Ming stood before them, holding a bell-shaped phantom condensed from spiritual power in his hand.
The bell phantom slowly dispersed. Clearly, that chime just now had been his doing.
"This is the war that once erupted in the Fallen Battlefield when the Extraterritorial Clans invaded the Great Thousand World," the Southern Heavenly King said slowly as he gazed at the brutal slaughter still playing out between heaven and earth below.
His voice was low, as though he were mourning the fallen forebears.
Long Qingyue and the others had already suspected as much, but when they heard the Southern Heavenly King confirm it personally, their pupils still contracted.
Were these shadowy figures like black smoke