In the Ten Thousand Mountains, a dead silence prevailed.
The world that should have been fresh and green was now engulfed by a terrifying red.
Suspended, blood-red raindrops hung between heaven and earth, silent yet exuding endless oppression, painting this corner of the world a desolate red.
On the ground lay numerous Demon corpses in disarray.
Qu Hongling hovered quietly in mid-air.
Thin, crimson threads extended from her body, spreading like a vast, invisible network, reaching into the void in all directions.
"It's over, that girl is going mad again."
Jiang Que's face turned pale.
Recalling the terrifying scene when Qu Hongling went mad before, Jiang Que shivered and asked Ran Qingchen beside her, "What do we do, Ran?"
Ran Qingchen frowned deeply, saying nothing.
At that moment, a bewitching yet stunning figure appeared.
A mane of silvery-white hair cascaded casually, wrapping softly around the woman's alluring body, exuding charm with every move.
