As the giant red creature scratched its head, Hou Sixian quietly swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
In his nearly thirty years of martial arts practice, he had never seen such a terrifying scene.
Hou Sixian's pupils were completely filled with the massive crimson.
The punch from that monster just now, in his eyes, he couldn't comprehend the path of the opponent's energy flow, but the violent gust it carried instilled a sense of powerlessness from afar.
Like a high-speed bullet shattering a watermelon, grinding all obstacles into pulp, it was too bloody, too violent.
Yang Diancang's headless body continued to twitch in the snow.
Hou Sixian couldn't help but lower his head slightly; bits of whitish skin flakes scattered on his shoes, staining the pitch-black surface with a touch of crimson and pale white.
"Where did this ghastly thing come from?" Hou Sixian's heart pounded wildly, and a thin layer of sweat formed on his forehead, "And it's at least at the Realm of Apertures?"
