In the Void, everyone remained silent for a long time after hearing Murong Li's words.
"Rivers of blood?"
Zhou Yan looked toward the Demon Realm, then at Murong Li, his brows tightly knitted.
"What do you mean? Is the Demon Realm going to attack? Or is the Immortal Realm going to invade?"
No one could answer him.
He excelled at divining heavenly secrets, but that required a medium. For something this momentous, involving the entire Immortal Realm, his meager cultivation was nowhere near enough.
But what concerned him most now was how Red Bean was doing.
Supporting Murong Li, Luo Hongyi asked softly, "Anything else? Can you tell whether it's a war between the two realms?"
Murong Li shook her head, her face still pale.
"I... I don't know."
The silver light in Xie Changsheng's Dao Eyes flickered, then finally went out. He could see nothing.
Si Chen stood at the very front and never looked back.
He did not actually care much whether rivers of blood would flow through the Immortal Realm.
Besides, he did not believe rivers of blood would flow through the Immortal Realm with him intervening.
Unless... he wanted rivers of blood to flow through the Immortal Realm.
After a moment's silence, he raised his hand again.
Roar!!!
A dragon's roar rang out from his sleeve.
Then a streak of purple-gold lightning shot skyward, transforming in the blink of an eye into a Thunder Dragon tens of thousands of feet long, coiled in the Void.
That membrane of light had actually dared to attack Si Chen just now. Little Lei could not stand it.
Little Lei glared at the membrane, lightning surging wildly all over its body as it roared fiercely in that direction.
Just try laying another finger on my boss, you punk!
*Get out