As the residence of the Evil God, Blood Sea City was incredibly vast, with towering buildings reaching the skies and even the streets were extraordinarily wide.
But such a magnificent and grand city felt more like a delicate tomb, completely lacking the bustling atmosphere of earthly cities.
Xue An walked leisurely on the street, holding An Yan's hand.
Behind him was Taifeng, his face pale.
The group of three walked slowly.
Yet the moment they appeared on the street, many eyes began peering at them from the gigantic buildings on both sides.
This feeling of being watched by all eyes made Taifeng feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles.
He could clearly sense the schadenfreude contained in those gazes.
This inevitably made his heart grow heavier.
But Xue An seemed completely oblivious, even having the leisure to chat and laugh with An Yan, completely ignoring those looks.
