On the vast ancient battlefield, the sky was shrouded in thick blood-red clouds, seemingly so cursed that even the sunshine could not penetrate it.
With a deep and powerful chant, Tian Sha unleashed a radiant blood-red light around him, like a crimson sun suddenly rising on the ancient battlefield.
This light contained endless evil and carnage, dyeing the surrounding air dark red, as if the space was torn by this force, forming hideous cracks.
Followed by a fierce wave of his hands forward, a powerful energy fluctuation burst from Tian Sha's palms, instantly centering on him and spreading outwards.
This energy was like an invisible giant net, trapping Lin Dong tightly within it, while the surrounding scenery underwent a dramatic transformation.
Within the blood mist space, the scene seemed to morph into a Shura hell.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, making one nauseous.
