“It’s… it’s gone again!”0

Old Guan was stunned once more. This was starting to feel like a game.0

However, the crush yin riders once again came back to life under the bloody sunlight.0

“I see!”0

This time though, Ye Qing paid them no attention. Instead, he looked at the blood sun in the sky.0

Then, he lifted his fist and threw a punch at the blood sun.0

The sky moved when the punch appeared. Ghosts and gods were alarmed when the intent rose.0

The sky cleared instantly as if a ghost or a god standing in the sky had physically moved all of the bloody light and the clouds away, leaving behind only a lonely blood sun in the sky.0

This wasn’t the end, however. It was the beginning.0

Cracks started appearing on the blood sun. Then, it shattered into pieces like a porcelain plate.0

The sky darkened at the same...0