Under the dark sky, they bared fangs and brandished claws, changing into all kinds of strange and shocking shapes.
Rip!
Woowoo!
A strange resembling a ghost crying echoed in the dark sky.
As Su Jingxing's spiritual martial arts divine consciousness transformed into a manifestation, he kept seeing streaks of black and red lightning that were as thick as giant trees intertwining. At times, they condensed, and at times, they scattered in the purple clouds, slithering like long snakes.
The dark red ground beneath his feet stretched as far as the eye could see. On his right was a desolate wilderness, and on his left was a large forest with strange colors. It was dark and mysterious, and gray mist spread everywhere in the forest, floating and moving.
Rustle!
A breeze blew, bringing with it a rustling sound that spread in all directions under the dark sky.
Suddenly!