After Fang Yun composed his third transmissible battle poem, "Break Loulan," in the Bloodmang Ancient Land, the entire land trembled slightly.
Rain had been falling in the Bloodmang Ancient Land for more than ten days. Even places with normal terrain were flooded waist-deep, while slightly lower areas had become uninhabitable. Vast numbers of humans were migrating to higher ground.
The Bloodmang Ancient Land had always been shrouded in blood mist and thick blood clouds year-round, but now every human and Demon Barbarian there discovered that the blood mist was beginning to rise from the ground.
Even the blood clouds in the sky had thinned considerably, allowing a faint light to shine through.
"It's over! The Bloodmang Ancient Land is doomed!" Some elderly people wept silently.
"This is so scary... waah..." The children burst into tears.
"Heaven is angry..." Some women shed tears.
"Please protect us, Ancestral Spirits! The Demon Race must not perish..." Some Demon Marquises prayed to heaven.
"Run..." Some barbarians scattered in every direction.
Amid the wind and rain, the Cloud Family's people trudged through the torrential downpour as though fording a river. After more than ten days, they finally reached Gathering Cloud City.
Before they could cheer, they saw the blood mist dissipate, the blood clouds thin, and faint daylight descend.
"Family Head, you said our Bloodmang Ancient Land would receive a great opportunity and great fortune, but... the blood mist is dispersing. Something is terribly wrong. Without the protection of Bloodmang Power, the Bloodmang Ancient Land might become a battlefield between the Human Race and the Demon Realm!"
Yun He frowned at the sky and sighed. "Even I no longer understand. It has rained for days. No matter how abundant the origin qi, this is still a disaster. The earth trembled just now, faintly showing signs