Under the night fog, the ground cracked open, revealing a massive pit filled with crimson eggshell fragments that glittered like blood diamonds, accompanied by intense flames.
A colossal fierce bird just charged out, blood mist billowing, but was instantly knocked back with even greater momentum, like a meteor crashing down.
In mid-air, the blood-stained feathers resembled dying evening clouds, both melancholy and splendid, turning into flames on landing and scorching the ground, melting the rocks.
Qin Ming's physique was balanced and upright, his long black hair slightly glowing in the night, eyes bright; his feet seemed rooted in the ground, immobile, as he peacefully retracted his fist.
A large crowd behind watched wide-eyed.
What kind of creature was that? The mythical species—the Blood Phoenix, just reborn, already possessing Grandmaster Level Taoist skills; the mere aura suppressing some to weak knees, falling to the ground.
