Desolation!
Beneath the blood-red array, on the desolate land, lay dozens of peculiar-looking beings. Their faces contorted with ferocity, their bodies constantly suppressed and devoured by a force.
This sensation had tormented them for countless years.
As the Zhen Ling descended, these Special Life Forms, exhausted and tormented, one by one stood up, glaring at the Zhen Ling with gritted teeth.
It was the old man with a white beard before them who had oppressed them.
These Special Life Forms, born in the heavens and earth, were originally free and powerful creatures. How could they willingly accept being confined here? Therefore, they harbored resentment and fear towards the Zhen Ling.
Although they dreaded the Zhen Ling, there was no fear in their hearts, but rather a strong determination to fight!
"Damn it!" A Special Life Form with spiral horns on its head glared fiercely at the Zhen Ling.