The sunset falls to the west like a bloody sinking sun, submerging into the sand sea, the brilliant afterglow illuminating the sky with a surreal and eerie beauty.
In the western sky, two figures cleave through the twilight clouds, shooting forth with lightning speed, trailing two clear waves of air behind them, vivid and domineering.
From the southeast direction, a band of blood-red light emerges like a river of blood pressing forward, accompanied by continuous rumbling, an imposing presence.
To the north, a black whirlwind sweeps in, within which a faint figure can be seen, moving slightly slower than the others.
Luo Feng glanced swiftly in all directions and urged urgently:
"Head north!"
The figures from the west and southeast emitted auras not inferior to the Blood Eagle Demon General, perhaps even superior.
