When the Red Fog Natural Disaster Became My Cultivation Plug-In

The red mist descends, and twenty-seven red mist lords sit on a high platform. On a dinner plate made of dead bones, there is a feast with billions of human beings as the main course. Their eyes are greedy, and their saliva falls like corrosive acid rain. Traveling through the world of red mist, the body has become a cage, storing the abyssal eyes that make the gods tremble. The master is uncontrollable and unstoppable. When the blood light completely devours his consciousness, the lights of thousands of houses in the three major city-states of mankind will be reduced to insignificant snacks on this feast.