Ning Feiyan found the scene before her nothing short of spine-chilling.
She sheathed her blade and withdrew to Baili An's side, her gaze lingering on the gun-umbrella in his hand with amazement, "Has the Demon Lord actually hidden such a terrifying thing within the Royal City?"
No one could understand the terror of this object better than Baili An, who held the Tianxi umbrella in hand.
Like it had drunk its fill of fresh blood, a blood-red peach blossom slowly took shape on the surface of the umbrella, its stamen swaying lightly as if it was about to become sentient.
The touch of blood-red that entered his vision seemed to tug at Baili An's every thought and emotion.
His eyes, though not bloodthirsty, gradually turned a deep red.
A sudden and violent killing intent penetrated his bones as he looked indifferently and coldly at the Manxie army surrounding him from all sides.
