On Wanfa Peak, Blood Soul roared furiously, its rich, blood-scented aura spreading everywhere, transforming the summit of this spiritual peak into Blood Prison Demon Mountain.
Blood Soul Sand danced across the sky, forming a giant blood-colored face that howled as it surged forward.
Such a phenomenon would not only be visible to the disciples atop Wanfa Peak, but the other Six Peaks should have also noticed the signs of intrusion.
However, in reality, no one had noticed these abnormalities.
Layers of white clouds had somehow crowded in, heavily enveloping the summit of Wanfa Peak, isolating it from the outside.
'Indeed,' Qing Yu realized, looking at the white clouds that segregated the inside from the outside.
Someone was quietly manipulating an array, attempting to play a game of trapping and beating the dog.
