Deep Blue City, Brahma World.
Han Zhan resisted the black fog of the red moon with the billions of war spirits in the Ancient Resentful Sunset Array.
In the sky, the red moon was shattered by the Zither Sound Air Blade, deepening the night.
Using the lingering dim light, Xia Youwei quickly returned,
At this moment, Li Lingzhen, under the hypnotic illusion of the Nightmare Beast, was staring blankly ahead.
In front of her, apart from the dilapidated railing, was the hundred-meter high iron tower from which she was about to fall.
Xia Youwei grabbed her wrist, and at the same time, the sound of Clear Heart Powder rang again in her ear.
Li Lingzhen regained her senses, gasping as if rescued from drowning, still frightened.
"Did we succeed?" Li Lingzhen asked instinctively, seeing Xia Youwei behind her.
Xia Youwei nodded, then shook her head.
"We succeeded, but also failed. The red moon was not the eye of this barrier; we guessed wrong."
