Chapter 939: The Peerless Demon God

It was a land stained blood-red, with mountains of corpses and rivers of gore-a scene like the lowest hell, where suffering never ends. No living creatures stirred there, only blood and bone. The blood-choked wind carried wails; the rolling blood fog curled with low moans. It was a tomb: those mountains of bone and rivers of fresh blood were just one man's burial offerings. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! No one knew how much time had passed before dozens of figures cut through the shrieking wind. The...