Blood

The void shattered and the stars retreated.

Everything was silent.

Six figures shot through the void like meteors, speeding forward.

The leaders were Chen Qing and Chun Qiu.

"Damned thing, what exactly is this?!" Chen Qing cursed with a dark expression.

The further they advanced, the more fragmented the void became, as if they had experienced an unprecedented battle.

As far as his eyes could see, everything was shattered. Moreover, at the edge of the void crack, there was a suppressed and cold aura flowing.

The aura was dark red, like a river of blood.

"If I catch you, I'll skin you alive and bury you under the Heavenly Palace as a cornerstone!" Cui Jing said fiercely, killing intent overflowing from the depths of his eyes.

"I hope Eternal Wushuang can hold on for a while longer." Chun Qiu was a little worried.

In the next moment, a weak fluctuation swept over from the depths of the void.