RUMBLE!
From the very center of the distant Chuzhou Archipelago, a cloud of blood suddenly shot into the sky.
The dense, sanguine light was so potent that even though Song Ciwan was still on the outer edge of the archipelago's center, at least a thousand li away from the central island, she could still smell the thick, brutal stench of blood.
That patch of sky looked as if it had been stained by a sunset woven from blood and fire.
Beyond the central island, the many fleeing Zhang Clan Members saw this from afar and were stunned.
"What is that?"
"Why hasn't anyone from the Zhang Clan Territory come to help us?"
"Will the Ancestor make a move?"
"We... we... AHH!"
Those who were slightly slower to flee immediately let out another bloodcurdling scream.
