The Falcon Hidden Cultivators who originally protected the ground-to-air missile facility, seeing their headquarters destroyed, were enraged and rushed toward the instigators one by one.
Under their frantic assault, the guards were knocked to the ground, but quickly stood up again.
Meanwhile, that magical golden net sliced many Falcon members into pieces, even though they were protected by defensive shields, it was of little use.
Currently, the Pyramid Sect has the upper hand, but the Falcons are not without their experts.
A male Falcon member with red hair bit his finger, letting the blood drip onto the stones of the ruins.
The stone turned crimson, the blood swiftly traversed its surface, spilling over the edges, and spread rapidly to the adjacent stones, like a fire fueled by a strong wind, unstoppable and aggressive.
One, two, ten... a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand... countless stones turned red, a rather eerie scene.
