The entire two-hundred-meter-tall Human Head Mountain began to emit bursts of rumbling.
Mountain.
Barely moving.
A human head squeezed out from a crevice in the mountain and fell to the ground.
It rolled twice and then suddenly burst with a "bang," turning into a handful of blood mist.
The blood mist did not disperse but instead materialized into a blood-colored figure.
It landed on the ground, staring at Wu Xiaode from afar, with an old voice coming from its mouth:
"What has disturbed your bloodline? How have you been so fortunate to evade everything? My descendant?"
Wu Xiaode froze.
At the top of Human Head Mountain.
Siang knelt on one knee, pressing his hand against the ground, and let out a strange and excited laugh:
"Actually, it's almost over, but Arian, you're too outstanding, so I'll let you have a peak in advance."
On the ground, the blood shadow assumed an attacking stance:
"Be careful—"
