The crowd was solemn, all feeling the massive killing intent of this mountain.
The bloody aura emanating from the mountain made the surrounding birds and beasts tremble and bow, fleeing madly.
No one dared to imagine the scale of the battle that took place here, staining the entire hillside with blood.
The Immortal Drum resounded grandly, echoing for half a day.
In the palace on the mountain, it seemed there were still people replaying the morning bell and evening drum ritual daily.
A huge wave of spiritual energy, mixed with blood qi, overflowed from the space where Immortal King Mountain was located.
In front of the mountain, red mysterious light flashed, as if a red dress was dancing before the mountain.
An old man gazed ahead, squinting his eyes and saying, "The aura of blood light is too strong, not a good omen."
The crowd was both excited and worried, uncertain about what kind of monsters might emerge from within.
