Zhao Wudi, deep within the Mysterious Realm, pointed a finger.
A glimmer of cold light gathered at his fingertip, transforming into a circular halo.
The halo was blood-red in color.
Brilliant as blood.
With a swoosh, the blood-colored halo shot into the sky.
Like a red meteor, it dragged a ten-thousand-foot-long tail of red light, shooting rapidly towards the clouds above.
Its speed was tens of times faster than a full-speed burst from a Sacred Venerate Realm strongman.
As the light left the Mysterious Realm, it became imperceptible.
Even a Sacred Venerate Realm expert, without deliberately scouting, wouldn't be able to detect its presence.
The red light, within a few breaths, appeared above the sky.
Silently it entered that blood moon.
Almost simultaneously.
The blood moon's light paused sharply, then erupted with a brilliance hundreds or thousands of times stronger, converging into a blood-red beam.
With a loud explosion.
