The exquisitely beautiful red corruption continuously converged toward Ming Yue, forming a flowing river.
It could be said that Duan Yun had never seen such a beautiful river; even the heavenly star river lost its color in comparison.
In the flow, the purple of the red corruption quickly dissipated, transforming into absolute scarlet.
The air was filled with a delightful smell of corruption.
Duan Yun couldn't resist sniffing a few more times, somewhat reminiscent of the time he smoked in Green Jade City, akin to those addicts eagerly inhaling the scent of smoke in the air.
"Don't breathe it in, it will cause hallucinations."
At this moment, Ming Xing reminded.
Countless red corruption gathered toward Ming Yue, forming a massive pile of flowers around her, which looked like a mountain and a tomb.
The red corruption flowed and even writhed there, appearing like some bizarre living creature.
