A sky full of blood mist, corpses and remnants constantly falling.
The cultivators in the center of the battlefield were even more terrified.
At this moment, they didn't care if this was an illusion realm; all they could think about was leaving this cursed place.
What Divine Sword, what treasure? Those require one to live, without life they're useless.
But under this overwhelming blood rain and bone spikes, they couldn't escape.
Especially the horror of those blood-colored bone spikes, far beyond their imagination.
Just hearing the continuous 'puff puff puff' sounds, blood lines shooting from the altar linked with bone spikes unexpectedly.
The blood-colored bone spikes directly absorbed the blood lines, instantly their aura soared, countless dense lines grew on the surface, appearing like numerous steel needles.
At this moment, a black heart emerged behind the countless bone spikes.
