The moment he landed, Rong Qing hugged Xiao Li.
Xiao Li had just dispersed her excess spiritual energy a few days ago and controlled her strength at the Mahayana stage. These days were when she was at her weakest.
Although she was still stronger than the average Mahayana cultivator, tearing the space twice and carrying so many people with her was a considerable burden for her.
Xiao Li took a moment to relax and then stood up straight. What he saw shocked him again.
Blood, blood everywhere.
I don’t know how many people are trapped in this secret place, but now there is not a single intact person to be seen, only blood and broken limbs on the ground.
Wang Wanqing's eyes widened in shock. "Are all the people in here dead? What happened?"
Although the gale was fierce, they had tried it before and it would not cause such tragic casualties. The most important thing was that there was no gale at all now, only blood.
Despite the strong smell of blood, the world is not filled with deathly energy, but...evil energy!
A hot and bloody wind blew by, and countless spirits appeared out of thin air.
They were the spirits of those dead monks, but almost the moment they appeared, they began to hunt each other down.
Their eyes were red, filled with murderous desire.
Even though only their souls were left, they still fought each other as if they were facing the murderer of their father, and would not stop even if they had to chop the other party into meat paste.
Suddenly, an invisible force spread over, and the souls of all the monks looked at the group of people standing here. Their inhuman eyes all turned blood red, without any emotions, only murderous intent, which was weird and creepy.
(End of this chapter)
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