บท 1711: Fly Into A Rage

This was a crimson world.

The sky contained a crimson sun.

At the center of the crimson world, there was a bloody hole.

It was a lofty hall. On the walls of the big hall, there were many gigantic and hideous faces. The eyes of the faces were so sinister and vicious that they made people fearful of them.

The three Sir God experts, the gloomy old man, God Qi and God Ba were in the big hall. However, at present, the three of them no longer had the airs of superiority of a Sir God expert. On the contrary, they were on their knees and bowing down. It was to the extent that they knelt down straight away and they were trembling in fear.

There was no other reason. The only reason was that His Highness Mu Hong had died.

"Died. Hong'er has actually died?"