"Ancestor, we don't believe it!"
"Ancestor, tell us, that guy was lying, wasn't he? How could you possibly perish, Ancestor!"
"Ancestor, don't scare us! We're faint of heart!"
The Chen clanspeople wailed bitterly.
"I... I don't believe it either..." Chen Susu wiped the tears from her eyes, choking out the words.
WHOOSH!
Chen Zheng's gaze shifted, turning to the north.
Eh? What is that...?
His gaze pierced through layers of the void, where he saw a blood cloud. Within the cloud, a mist of blood seemed to intertwine, forming a colossal, blood-red face.
"What is this ghastly thing!" Little Bone sensed something amiss and stared at the blood mist, its voice grim. Its sight penetrated the mist, but it found nothing!
