"How dare you, Hong Yu! You're courting death!"
Liang Hunran descended from the sky, radiating a menacing Evil Qi. His cold, sharp eyes blazed with the flames of fury.
His gaze swept the area, and his pupils contracted sharply.
A river of blood flowed across the ground. The thick, metallic stench of blood was everywhere. The scene was a sea of crimson, like a maple forest dyed in fresh blood.
Bodies lay strewn about, the smell of blood acrid and overwhelming.
These were all disciples of the Blood Demon Palace!
Even if Liang Hunran was indifferent to life, he was still the Grand Elder of the Blood Demon Palace. How could he not care about the Sect's legacy?
The experts dispatched to the Profound Ice Secret Realm were all formidable members of the Blood Demon Palace's younger generation, the future pillars of the Sect. To see them suffer such heavy casualties now... how could he not be enraged?
