At this moment, a dark red blood cloud spread open.
In everyone's vision, a piercing blood-colored trace seemed to appear, dancing, tearing, penetrating, and opening.
It was a wound.
A wound of both heaven and earth, and the body of the Blood Sea Dragon.
The blood spread, thus rain appeared.
Endless rainwater stained all things, its color was red, its meaning was blood, it was life, it was devouring, it was transformation, it was the substance within and the fangs without.
Because of its appearance, the boundaries began to blur, the air became viscous, and the light grew heavy, even the floating dust seemed to bear the weight of a mountain, powerlessly descending to the ground.
Countless slender blood rains fell from the wound of heaven and earth, like countless winding warm blood vessels, connected to the earth.
The rain descended, thus thunder appeared.
