In the sky, the gray wind whistled, sweeping up sand that blotted out the sky. In the darkness, the colors of the entire world were cold.
On the ground, tens of thousands of grotesque divine sons, akin to demons, suppressed all chaos, restraining their madness, and prostrated themselves in worship.
From a distance, the scene was incredibly impactful.
In front of them, Xu Qing stood calmly, dressed in a black robe, with black hair fluttering behind him.
The wind revealed his pitch-black eyes, and the fluttering robes highlighted his upright figure.
With the concentric circles of blood flowing around his body like ribbons, it was a shocking and otherworldly sight, as if the lord of demons had descended to the mortal realm.
At that moment, this demon lord looked at the divine son in front of him and pressed his hand on his head. The moment he touched it, the divine son's body paused. However, he didn't dare to struggle at all and didn't move.