C1817 Fight to the Death

Shouts, shouts, endless slaughter, the gory dance of blood between heaven and earth.

However, all of this couldn't be seen or heard by Ning Yue.

Under the illusory red sky, he was sitting cross-legged on the mirror-like ground with his blurry figure. In the space within the sword, the severe injuries he had suffered earlier seemed to have been alleviated in pain