The man looked no more than twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, wearing a long black robe.
Standing quietly in the midst of the Blood Pool, he exuded an inexplicable dignity that made people instinctively feel admiration.
"Words are futile, you are all going to die anyway."
He reached out and grabbed.
Within the Blood Pool, skeletons tumbled relentlessly.
A deep red long staff flew out, which he grasped in his hand.
——He was making his move.
A shadow inexplicably flashed through Wu Xiaode's heart, and he immediately turned back and shouted to the robots:
"Quick, evacuate everyone, do not come near this place."
A robot responded: "Authority recognized, command received, execution imminent."
"Thinking of running? It's too late."
The man smiled, pointing the blood-colored staff towards the sky.
Wu Xiaode felt the sky darken.
He looked up only to see a bloody speck of light emerge in the depths of the sky.
