Whoosh!
The north wind carried sand and the stench of blood.
The southern reaches of Yixian no longer bore any trace of their former prosperity.
A blood-red sun covered the sky. The blazing sun had turned scarlet, like a Giant Eye looking down upon the Human World.
This place had become a blood-soaked purgatory. Countless blade marks tore through the earth, and scarlet blood seeped from cracks spreading like a spiderweb, gathering into winding bloodstreams.
Corpses were piled among the ruined walls, severed limbs mingled with battered armor.
Chen Min lay sprawled in a pool of blood, the soil beneath him soaked dark brown. Ji Daowu and more than ten thousand Great Xia soldiers slowly got to their feet, dazed, and looked toward Li Zhiyi.
A blood-red cocoon ten miles in diameter stretched between heaven and earth. Space rifts floated along its edges like shattered mirrors.
At the edge of the cocoon, distorted space devoured the light, constantly erupting with shrill howls.
An ever more dangerous aura seeped from within the blood cocoon.
It boiled and boiled, as if everything would erupt in the next instant.
The Blood Brand was about to emerge!
Zhang Xing hovered in the clouds, the Sky-Splitting Sun-Shooting Bow in hand. He wore a smile, but his eyes were sinister.
Zhang Xing glanced up at the sky and saw Chen Youqing pressing her red lips into a tight line, flecks of blood-red light flickering at her fingertips.
She stared fixedly toward Li Zhiyi, a trace of burning fervor and agitation hidden in her eyes.
A smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Xing's mouth. At that moment, he was no longer quite so captivating.
He turned into a streak of Flowing Light, flew toward Li Zhiyi, and finally stopped before the blood cocoon.
When Chen Youqing