Chapitre 505: Blood Ice Sculpture

"It's over, it's over. These lunatics are about to start again…" She Wanshan brought his palms together, praying skyward, "May Buddha and Dao Lord bless me!"

Meanwhile, midair, Qin Huai stood at the precipice, peering down at the increasingly distinct Qingzhou City. Wisps of blood reached for the sky, creating an almost visible heaven-connecting blood waterfall. 

"I wonder how many lives will be claimed," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the rapidly ascending hot air balloon, propelled by his dragon energy. In no time, it had soared over twenty thousand feet high.

The biting wind screeched through the sky, slicing the air like icy blades, and pelted the umbrella fabric, eliciting loud noises. Eventually, even Qin Huai had to squint against the forceful wind and snow.