Blood mist spread everywhere. Murderous aura surged.
On the blue-white altar, there were many corpses lying sideways. The scarlet blood dyed the already dark altar red. Some of the blood had already dried up, and the reddish-brown color covered the entire corner.
In the center of the altar stood a young man, his gorgeous blond hair fluttering in the fishy wind, everything was so out of place.
The young man's cold eyes were locked on a bunch of demon flowers in the six-pointed star pattern in front of him, and his handsome face gradually twisted.
He drew out his sword and calmed his breath, raised the corner of his mouth with a faint arc, and with a compelling domineering attitude accompanied by a stern gaze that looked at the six realms, he stabbed at the demon flower at a speed that ordinary people could hardly imagine...