Yang Yan showed no mercy to these black-clad figures, and slaughtered them with great satisfaction.
In a brief moment, he couldn't even tell how many lives he had harvested.
Suddenly, the black-clad figures in front of him seemed to receive some message and retreated in perfect synchrony.
Just at that moment, Yang Yan caught sight of a crescent moon in the sky out of the corner of his eye.
But this moon was filled with a blood red color.
This was a blood moon!
Countless blood stained the land beneath his feet, and the surrounding air suddenly became stagnant.
The sounds of battle had long since disappeared, and the scene before his eyes changed abruptly.
A crescent blood moon hung above Yang Yan's head, with the sky beneath it completely consumed by the color of blood.
Yang Yan realized he had suddenly arrived at a cemetery.
Gravestones stood tall around him, and bare trees rose up beside him.
