The foul stench of blood hangs like an invisible demon between heaven and earth, not only an assault on the senses but a malevolent force seeking to undermine the will of Xu Wendong, Chen Ye, and Xue Yan.
The intensity of this scent evokes an uncontrollable urge to vomit, as if every inch of their bodies resists this filthy assault.
In desperation, they release a stream of immortal energy from within, blocking the invasion of the blood mist.
But the wildflowers that should have been pure and unblemished are not so fortunate now.
They have become witnesses to this disaster.
The dense blood mist falls upon their delicate petals silently, layer upon layer, until their true essence is entirely obscured.
These flowers, covered by the blood mist, lose their original vitality and color, becoming exceptionally eerie, like the mythical flowers blooming on Hell's shores, exuding death's aura, offering an unprecedented visual shock.
