Inside the Yin Yang mountain, it was dark. Everywhere was covered in blood. The sky was covered by the blood sea.
Bai Shijin, du songjue and the rest sent out a few messages to calm the people down. The talisman Amulet sect then slowly calmed down.
In the talisman Amulet sect's conference hall, Lu Ming, Yan kuangtu, nine suns Supreme, and the higher-ups of the talisman Amulet sect were sitting together to discuss some matters. However, the atmosphere was very solemn. Everyone felt as if a huge stone was weighing on their hearts.
"Senior white, senior du, how long can the yin and yang formation last?"
Lu Ming asked.