The midnight was pitch-black, smothered by a sense of oppression and deathly silence.
But Mo Hua could see the scarlet aura threading through the darkness, and faintly hear the low growls and screeches of Monster Beasts.
Soon after, the ground of white bone trembled.
Blood-red Formation Patterns connected and entwined, as a sinister Divine Thought Aura drifted in from afar.
Above the ground, a long, white-bone fashioned path began to emerge.
This path resembled a massive serpent, winding across the blood-colored brook and the white bone shoals, stretching all the way to the distant gate of the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons.
Mo Hua's heart jolted with realization—he understood immediately.
Though he could not see the detailed Formation Patterns, the flow of Formation Divine Thought Power sent a crystal-clear feeling to him.
He had seen this Formation before!
