The aftermath of the explosion lingered for a long time. It was impossible to tell how much time had passed before everything finally returned to calm.
Within the vast Langhuan Holy Land, not a single intact building remained. The earth was cracked open, with rivulets of bright magma seeping through the fissures and emitting pungent black smoke. Only a handful of survivors stood stupefied, their faces ashen. A moment before, they had been engrossed in scheming and struggling for power. The next moment, it was as if they had experienced the apocalypse. Everything was over; everything was gone.
Suddenly, a blood-red silhouette emerged in the sky. Faint at first, it gradually became visible to the naked eye. This was the new incarnation of the Blood Ancestor.
His face was contorted with rage as his gaze scanned every inch of the surrounding space. Has that ant, Long Tianji, died, or has he escaped?
