Seven days after the Flesh Immortal became unpredictable, the night sky of the Deep World gradually turned blood-colored, and every thin rule line was tinged with a faint red. All the ghosts and monsters could faintly hear the howling from the depths of the Blood Sea.
"The master of Xinhu is coming back." Chen Ge and several Ferocious Gods never left Xinhu; they were waiting for this moment.
On the eighth day, a ceaseless blood rain fell during the eternally unchanging night, as if the heavens were shedding tears a thousand years too late.
On the ninth day, a dazzling and bright blade sliced through a distant Blood City, severing one-fifth of the illusory rules floating in the thin lines of the Deep World.
With all kinds of curses, the feeling of being watched on Gao Ming's body completely disappeared; finally, no one dared to covet the New Hu Blood City anymore.
