Dusk fell, and the setting sun was like blood.
The roaring between heaven and earth continued endlessly, the vast land was engulfed in flames, and the fierce wind swept wildly. Countless cultivators fell one after another, all charging in the same direction. On their journey, corpses kept flying towards them, forcing them to dodge abruptly.
Terror filled the eyes of each cultivator. In their pupils, a flame as bright as the sun was burning fiercely, more dazzling than the setting sun.
That sun was the manifestation of Fang Wang's yang energy.