As Nangong Sheng spat a mouthful of fresh blood onto the ancient zither, not only did the strings emit a bloody light, but the entire zither glowed with a crimson hue.
A strong scent of blood emanated from the zither.
At this moment, the zither lost any elegant ceremonial atmosphere, replaced only by a bloody aura.
With all ten fingers, Nangong Sheng played on the bloody strings, as swift as lightning.
As he played fiercely, the sound waves spread like a vast net toward Lin Fei, and this time the sound waves were red instead of golden.
As the red sound waves shot out, the entire sky gradually turned crimson, as if dyed by blood.
Under this blood-filled sky, the elders Li Jin, Gongsun Zhong, Song Ping, and others, as well as the Saint Guards, were greatly shocked.
The sky had turned red!
It seemed as if a bloodlight disaster was about to descend.
Li Jin, Gongsun Zhong, Song Ping, and the others felt their hearts race.
