A Reversal

Stepping onto the final step, Shi Feiyu looked ahead to find a spacious square. The rocks paving the square were still blood-red. It was unclear whether they were naturally this color or had been dyed red by blood.

Accompanied by the gusts of the sinister wind, Shi Feiyu could even smell the faint, faint scent of blood lingering in the air. A murderous aura suddenly surged in his heart, making him feel an uncontrollable urge to kill.

Faintly, echoing in his ears was a very light and delicate female voice, a voice that seemed to cry and laugh at the same time, with an indescribable charm.

As the enchanting voice continued to echo in his ears, Shi Feiyu's eyes gradually became colder. At this moment, it was as if his soul had been taken over, replaced by someone filled with murderous intent.

Boom! A sudden explosion rang out, snapping him out of this state. Following his gaze, he saw a man in his thirties suddenly slamming his fist onto the hard blood-red square.