The red light at first glance was just a point, like a firefly, resembling pearl light.
Yet in a trance, it expanded into a circle.
It was like a blood-red star pulled to the top of everyone's head in an instant, ready to fall at any moment.
A desolate wind rose from nowhere, sweeping across the vast land, piercing everyone's hearts.
The feeling of impending doom surged into everyone's hearts in an instant.
The ground began to shake violently, making it hard for people to stand firm; they could only use the Thousand-Pound Weight technique to stabilize themselves.
The General stood in despair, hair hanging down, yet remained unmoved amidst the shaking world.
Even his eyes were closed.
Threads of red light appeared under the blood-red star above him.
In the blink of an eye, they poured down.
Chu Qing stood with arms folded, looking up at the sky.
At the moment the red glow poured down, a warning rose in his heart.
