The Shaman Tribe
Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation
It was also when Ou Yangming was talking to Big Yellow, in the sky above a blood-colored forest, plenty of blood and Qi flowed down from the sky. They spun rapidly and gathered to form a vortex that was as long as a snake.
From afar, it looked like a 333-meters-long snake was standing upside down above the red forest. There was even a faint red glow shining below the vortex. All the spirit beasts that touched the vortex had their blood essences in their flesh, bones, and marrow, as well as the spiritual Qis in their dantian, sucked dry in an instant. They ended up turning into dried carcasses and fell on the red ground below the vortex. The scene was shocking.
The world was silent. Feng Xinxiao slowly walked forward and broke a dead branch on the ground. A rustle was heard from under his foot.
All of a sudden, pure blood and Qi surged out from the sky and entered his body through the top of his head.