Xu Qing suddenly opened his eyes.
He calmly stood up and tidied his clothes before walking out of the cabin.
The sky was gloomy today.
Although the sun had risen, the first rays of the morning seemed to sense the killing intent from the Seven Blood Eyes. Hence, it put on its gray battle robe; the originally warm light pierced through the clouds and became dim.
As dark clouds began forming in the sky, figures rushed out from different places in the Seven Blood Eyes' ports. They followed the streets of the port areas and headed straight for the central altar.
These figures were all hiding their ferocity. The coldness from their bodies was like sharp blades. Moreover, their cultivation levels were extraordinary. The weakest among them was at the sixth level of Qi Condensation.
Among them, there were also many who were at the eighth or ninth level or even higher.