A layer of thunderclouds concealed the waves of blood qi.
This was the essence blood of the Undying Fire Phoenix. If such blood were to leak into the outside world, it would undoubtedly lead to countless conflicts and bring an endless storm of blood and carnage.
But this was merely an Ancient Thunder Array derived by Zhou Yan, so everything here remained tranquil.
Blood flowed across the ground, trickling from beneath Feng Jiu Xian, her slender and pale thighs marked with shocking, bloody streaks, like the aftermath of a miscarriage.
Yet Feng Jiu Xian felt no discomfort, but rather an intense sense of relief.
Zhou Yan's expression didn't waver in the least; he was utterly calm, as cold as emotionless steel.
Perhaps it was only such a frigid, unfeeling demeanor that could allow Feng Jiu Xian's blood to flow freely without a hint of worry.
