A blood-red pillar of light shot into the sky, dying the sky incredibly red, and it was as if the sky was about to start dripping blood.
A mighty, bloody, ancient aura covered the entire land, causing everything to fall silent. That boundless might caused countless people to feel their bodies sinking downwards, and Zhao Fu's expression fell as he felt just how terrifying this might was. He could not even use his own might to defend against it.
Countless traces of Heaven and Earth Qi gathered, and a berserk wind blew everywhere. Blood-colored clouds roiled about, gathering towards the blood-red pillar of light.
As the qi and blood-red aura gathered, the ancient might in the sky became more and more powerful. It seemed to become corporeal, and it weighed down on everyone below.
"What's going on?"