Half a month later, the shore of a grand, surging river of blood.0

Tang Yuyan sat cross-legged, hurriedly tending to her wounds. Her allies were injured too, but none of their wounds were even remotely as severe.0

Only Su Yi was entirely unharmed, without so much as a hair out of place. He stood on the shoreline, watching the endless crimson current.0

Waves lapped the shore, splashing the air. The sound was like the rumbling of thunder, resounding without end.0

The river waters were stingingly bright, like a gathering of fresh blood. They emanated a dense, baleful air, and the entire area was shrouded in dense, bloody fog. As a result, nothing grew here, not even an inch of grass.0

Su Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his Daoist robes fluttering in the wind. He looked extraordinary and detached.0

But when the other Immortal Lords saw this, all of them had complicated looks in their eyes. Some were angry, others contemptuous, others frustrated.0

In the weeks after they left Meteor Ridge, Tang Yuyan led the group deeper into the Divine Hunt Demon Mountains. Along the way, they’d overcome dozens of battles...0