C3651 Sunset

The ancient battlefield was drifting with an invisible wind. It was formed by the shattered souls of the dead. Wherever it passed, it was bone-chilling. When Ye Feng was brushed by the wind, he felt as if he was in an ice hell, and he almost froze to death on the spot.

The ground was scarlet, and it was boundless. The surroundings were filled with surging darkness