In a land blessed with natural beauty, the Immortal Qi was so dense that it condensed into a white mist, enveloping the surroundings.
And at that moment, a streak of crimson suddenly emerged, swiftly dyeing the white mist a deep red.
What followed was a series of unrestrained, boisterous laughter.
Beneath the blood-red fog, the ground was drenched in blood, as if it had just been struck by a rain of blood.
Several burly figures, displaying features characteristic of the Demon race, their bodies smeared with blood, were laughing uproariously.
Scattered on the ground around them were more than ten ghastly heads with contorted expressions.
From the flesh and skin at the necks, it was apparent that these Great Demons had torn them off while their victims were still alive and tossed them on the ground carelessly.
At this moment, one of the Great Demons, with horns on its head, was standing on the head of a man with one foot, while clutching the neck of a woman with his hand.