Within the General Pavilion of the Myriad Treasures Pavilion, a heavily guarded small tower had a powerful expert stationed at its center. His vigorous qi and blood surged like a roaring stream as he guarded the treasures to be auctioned the day after tomorrow: a High-grade Precious Weapon, pills that could extend one's lifespan by five years, various relatively rare Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, decent external-scene secret manuals, and a pitch-black hand bone placed inside a Jade Box.
The powerful expert looked to be just over forty, yet his entire person carried a hint of age. He wore a headscarf, his eyes tightly shut, and his spirit blanketed the surrounding area.
Experts were hidden in all four corners of the small tower and in every shadowy nook, forming two layers of defense, one visible and one hidden, together with the radiant restriction arrays.
Suddenly, a cold wind swept past, carrying the bone-chilling cold of deep winter. The expert in the headscarf stirred, then opened his eyes.
He instinctively looked outside and saw a bright full moon hanging high in the sky. Its silver radiance was cold and clear, cool as autumn waters, dreamlike and hazy.
At that very moment, the cold moon instantly turned blood-red, grotesque and savage!
The Blood Moon had barely appeared when fog billowed out. The entire small tower was swiftly enveloped, as though it were a fishing boat bobbing amid a storm.
Wuu!
A shrill cry rang out, raising gooseflesh. Even the Peak Expert felt his body turn cold, as if he had fallen into an ice cavern, while waves of itching rose from deep beneath his skin.
Before he could react, more shrill cries rang beside his ears. The guards hidden in the shadows and corners stumbled out one after another. Thin red hair