C1170 Chasing after Teacher.

Countless dark crimson snowflakes danced around his body, turning into dark crimson blades that covered the sky. Each blade seemed to be forged from dark crimson ice. They emitted a cold light in the hall, and as the Dark Man waved his arm, it was like a storm was falling.

The long sword in his right hand was bright red, and the dense crimson light was like the glow of the Blood Moon