Qingqiu Mountain peak.
A strange wailing sound echoed, jolting the bewildered crowd awake.
Countless blood shadows surged out abruptly from the upside-down Blood River in the sky.
"Sealing Demon Curse!" Lu Han shouted loudly.
The results of repeated drills showed themselves as the Daoist Soldier Apprentices reflexively chanted the Sealing Demon Curse.
But just as the Green Dispel Relief Power began to rise, the crowd stopped chanting one after another.
They stared at the swarm of blood shadows filling the sky like locusts, then glanced at the mere hundred or so people on the mountain peak—a wave of peculiar emotion surged within them.
Lu Han, who was fully focused on casting the Sealing Demon Curse, suddenly snapped out of it. The look on his face darkened as his peripheral vision caught the expressions of those around him.
