C230 Losed

Liu Yangshuo gazed upon the scene before him, falling into a contemplative silence.

He then advanced slowly, spear in hand, pressing on.

Grasping the divine spear, he noticed that flowers had sprouted from the torn wounds of these people.

Blood-red lotuses bloomed from the bones of the deceased, nourished by flesh and sustained by bone.

Liu Yangshuo paused in silence, then looked ahead