At the summit of Gangrenboqi Peak, the pitch-black void twisted the snow-covered plain, the howling snowstorm swirling like a vortex, and someone stepped out from the snow.
Even though Su Youzhu had prepared herself, she was still shocked by the sight of the Gangdisi Mountain Range.
"What is this?"
Tang Ling took off her sunglasses and gazed ahead, her red hair fluttering in the wind like fire.
The Gangdisi Mountain Range was shrouded in a terrifying blood mist, the snowfield already stained red with fresh blood, and scalding blood surged in the bottomless rift, gushing like a fountain.
The scarlet blood aura drifted into the sky, weaving into a giant, pitch-black lotus. It was clearly withered as if dead for many years, yet it had a strange beauty, and gazing at it felt like seeing an immortal female corpse of millions of years, her features enchanting and eerie.
Just a fleeting glance was already shocking.
Afraid of disturbing the sleeping souls of the dead.
