The sky was dark, with thick clouds.
A wide river crossed through the towering mountains, winding into the fertile land of the Songma Plain stretching for miles below.
The cold wind howled, waves rose and fell on the river surface, vortexes were densely packed, and occasionally, gigantic creatures could be seen leaping out of the water, but quickly crashing back in, splashing large amounts of water.
At this moment, a kite suddenly flew out from the depths of the mountains, about two meters long, lifelike, with a blood-red figure sitting cross-legged on its back.
This person's eyebrows were sharp and cold, thin as iron, his whole body drenched in blood-soaked clothes, chest flesh flipped out, bleeding profusely.
The blood quickly flowed from the hem to the paper kite below, spreading a crimson color, covering the kite in a layer of blood.
