In the blood-red mist.
A figure sat cross-legged in the air with closed eyes.
Terrifying willpower surged over from all directions and exerted on the figure.
This frightening willpower was like a terrifying presence hiding in the emptiness above his head, looking down on everything calmly and indifferently or observing him silently.
The Blood God Clone was wearing a faceless blood-red mask. He frowned uncontrollably.
At the same time, Wang Teng's main body in the Devour Space had the same expression.
He had no idea!
He had been here for more than three hours but he couldn't feel anything.
The mountain was still the same. The mist was still ancient, bloody, and malicious. There was no difference.
"What's the problem?"
Wang Teng slowly opened his eyes. There was a blood-red glow shimmering in his pupils. He looked like a real vampire dark apparition as he muttered to himself.
