C86 The Wind and Clouds Become Chaotic and the Mountains Break Apart(12)

It was a quarter to ten in the afternoon, and the setting sun had gradually turned blood-red. It was as if the sun was weeping over the tragic state of the Tanhan Shan. The sudden gust of wind was cold and merciless, bringing a strong stench of blood to a distant mountain, causing even more sorrowful wails.

Gongsun Xu stood on the platform in front of the Heaven's Sacrifice Hall and looked ahead