C83 The Harvest Feast

Cradling Qing Menglin in his left arm, Chen Yi wielded the Blood God Sword in his right. His crimson locks danced in the breeze as he lowered his head, his blood-red gaze suddenly piercing through the throng of Spirit Beasts around him.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

"Awoo! Awoo! Awoo!"

"Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!"

In that instant, the Spirit Beasts, as if beholding an unspeakable horror descending upon them