A sea of ​​crimson before my eyes!

Fang Zong followed the scent of blood and soon entered a spacious cave.

The cave is very simple, about 2,000 square meters, with only a large open space and rock walls covered with damp, green moss.

In the middle of the open space is a raised platform, which is probably where the great ghost stands to give orders, but there is nothing on it.

Fang Zong was both amused and exasperated. This was supposed to be a hideout? Even refugee camps weren't this dilapidated.

He thought for a moment, then went inside. Suddenly, a blinding light shone in front of him, making him squint.

Fang Zong then discovered that the entire cave in front of him had suddenly changed completely. Crimson blood was flowing on the cave walls, accompanied by a rushing sound, giving Fang Zong the feeling of being surrounded by blood.

Holy crap! Oh my god!

Fang Zong was startled.

He was quite indifferent to the ghosts, even appearing like an octopus-clawed crab roaming the world, but the terrifying scene before him still made him instinctively tremble with fear.

It had nothing to do with anything else, but the sight of blood everywhere, with countless severed limbs and broken bodies visible in the flowing blood, was beyond anything I had ever seen before!

Hallucination?

Fang Zong took a deep breath.

This must be a hallucination, but his muscles were still trembling, and the helplessness brought on by fear made him sweat profusely, as if he had just taken a sauna.

The once empty stone platform now features a colorful clown model.

The method—a derailment and collision!

Fang Zong's gaze was intense, and he shot forward, slapping the clown on the forehead.

Strike first and you'll have the upper hand; strike later and you'll suffer the consequences!

"Ding Dang! Congratulations to Summoner Hongshou for his incredible burst of luck!"