The lid of the cauldron was opened and a small world was formed within.
The blood mist was churning with dense life energy and was rapidly overflowing. It carried a faint bloody smell and waves of cold and desolate aura.
Chu Feng was frozen on the spot. The vigorous life energy he sensed was absorbed by the demon ancestor’s cauldron from the Nirvana Land and wasn’t emitted by the Blood Mist.
In an instant, Chu Feng felt cold from head to toe. He couldn’t feel the familiar aura of his old friends. Without their marks, he couldn’t see their soul light.
His ears buzzed and his vision turned black. Golden Stars appeared and blood flowed silently from the corner of his mouth. He staggered and almost fell to the ground.
Chu Feng felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He felt extremely uncomfortable and couldn’t breathe. He was about to suffocate to death. He couldn’t hear anything and his vision was pitch-black. He held the cauldron weakly and his body was trembling.