Instead, the red cloth covering the Yang-destroying Devil's plaque absorbed so much power that it appeared bright enough to start dripping blood.
With just one glance, Yu Ziqing felt as though he was facing death directly.
Reaching out and touching it, the world before him transformed into a sea of blood, heads piled like mountains, a roaring ocean of blood without grievances, only pure death.
Yu Ziqing looked around; endless, with no roads, an overwhelming Death Qi, only pure death, without a trace of life.
Yu Ziqing withdrew his hand, and all the illusions before his eyes dissipated, leaving only that blood color fading bit by bit from the edge of the world until returning to normal after a few breaths.
"Did you give all your power to this red cloth?"
"That's right, I couldn't find a way out, so I had to do this."
Yu Ziqing was speechless; a piece of red cloth had been nurtured into the embryo of a great weapon.
