In an instant, the sky over the battlefield seemed to spill countless streams of dark red plasma, turning the entire world into a sea of blood.
The terrifying dark blood glow was like a mushroom cloud rapidly rising, slowly spreading out. Everywhere it passed, the plains and wilderness of the oasis saw one demon silently melt like red wax in the blood glow, dying where they stood.
The ghostly apparitions that once occupied the heights, with their chilling aura, two blurry ghostly figures wielding a long, slender giant scythe and a giant chopper, were swept away, dissolved, and devoured under the deluge of dark plasma...
"Crack—crack—"
The sound of crisp breaking came from the two altar phantoms behind Salanqi, suddenly splitting apart, making him grunt and step back two steps, with the three pupils in his eyes dispersing completely.
At that moment, everyone froze.
