"This shouldn't be happening. When I was reincarnated in the past, I had calculated that the Sea of Blood would be the last refuge under the End of Dharma Tribulation, with a chance to survive that tribulation. How could the Sea of Blood suddenly dry up now?"
The Black Robed Monster panicked, but he was already beginning to possess the mosquito, connected to the mosquito's essence, leaving no time to check the changes in the Sea of Blood. He could only put all his effort into the possession, otherwise, if the mosquito awoke and the possession was incomplete, he would be in grave danger.
Watching as the water level of the Sea of Blood dropped, even though the Black Robed Monster was extremely anxious, he could only stand by helplessly.
The Black Robed Monster felt a deep unease in his heart, an indescribable sadness rising within: "Has the End of Dharma already engulfed the Sea of Blood, leaving not a trace of vitality for all beings?"
