He felt a twinge of alertness, knowing that this feeling likely originated from the red-haired monster behind him.
Of course, even without this sense of forewarning, Jiang Hui would not make a move.
Including the Immortal Domain, the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, the Burial Domain, the Alien Territory, and most of the embankments where camps could be set up, there was hardly any spare space left.
The worlds had become ruins, too many supreme beings had perished, and the entire universe was an eye-piercing crimson.
Blood rain drifted and has yet to cease.
In the chaotic times, life was like rootless duckweed, one could die at any moment, leaving corpses in wastelands to become food for wild dogs.
In entropy, all things and spirits are like dust, every trace would be erased, there is no so-called joy, anger, sorrow, or joy here, life like grass, the ripple caused by death is less than squashing an ant.
