Xiao Jinshu stretched his body, as if he was stretching.

A clear dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Different from the looming and intermittent before, this time the dragon's groan, grand and long, like the layers of the sea, constantly impacting people's hearts.

Although Lenka was still free, George had already taken all the Wind Clans, including the newly joined group, silently chanting praises to the gods, and kneeling down in unison to the flowing cloud pattern on the high platform of the venue.

That flowing cloud with a Chinese color is their totem, their belief, and will also be the symbol of the Feng Clan in the future.

Everyone had a premonition that something was about to happen, otherwise, why would the sun, which had just been bright and warm, emit a bloody red glow?

Even in the crowd still standing, Quest sat on the ground with an earthy face.

The former king of the North American underworld, the most powerful ally of the werewolf family, and the invincible Leenka pterodactyl family, is it really going to be destroyed today?

What's next?

Although the master of the Wind Clan, that is, the god, has not yet appeared, his two messengers alone are enough to wipe out the entire Quest family!

The pterodactyls are damned because they're dying. But what about the once-glorious werewolf family?

Quest was convinced that even if the Wind Clan kept George's promise, they would not trouble the Werewolf Family at the meeting. But what should that quirky little bat do? Who can cope? Also, will it only be weak and harassing, and not kill like the Bloods?

Not to mention, the Huaxia Golden Dragon that is still coiled in the sky - for all dark creatures, it is simply an incomprehensible existence!

Quest sighed heavily in his heart, reluctantly stood up, silently glanced around at the people surrounding him, and then turned his gaze to the dark crowd kneeling on the ground.

They are the WindClan. Or an underground creature who is about to become a WindClan and was once like himself. But the imminent killing no longer frightens and terrifies them.

On the contrary, it is the beginning of a new life for them!

Because behind them stood a legendary god!

If Quest didn't believe in the existence of gods before, he saw miracles from Wu Hongjun and Xiao Jin's appearances.

And being able to swear allegiance to a true god is not an opportunity that everyone can have.

Isn't it?

There are many people who carry a pig's head but can't find the temple gate, and there are many people in this world!

Quest believed that even if his family did not owe allegiance to the gods, the gods would have nothing to lose—perhaps in the eyes of the omnipotent gods, the Quests were nothing more than dispensable characters. The reason why I asked the WindClan to spread the word before, hoping that all the dark creatures in North America could join the WindClan, maybe it was really because of God's mercy?

Quest's heart beat faster.

I thought I was very heavy--a dignified werewolf family! Now I know that in the eyes of others, it is probably just a fine grain of sand by the sea......

After a moment of loss, the werewolf patriarch raised his head again and looked up at the sky that was gradually turning red. There, a huge Huaxia golden dragon was swinging its teeth and claws, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, circling and moving under the dark red sun.

Especially among its four dragon claws, each of them is tightly grasping a western pterosaur, and even the tail is still wrapped around a smaller figure. Because of the distance, Quest couldn't see whether poor David was dead or alive at this time.

However, at this time, Quest no longer had any more attention to the life and death of the little pterodactyl, and it was not even clear when the strongest Lenka was caught in the claws of the golden dragon.

Unlucky Pterodactyl family!

Is there the next unlucky one?

That...... Could it be your own family?

Quest's heart beat faster.

It's just that...... Is it still too late?

…………

The sky had become darker and darker, and even the sun seemed weak, lazily shining on the clouds. The dragon kept circling back and forth, bringing up countless clouds and mist, and then being rendered by the sun, the whole world was red, truly like a sea of blood!

There was not a single wind between heaven and earth, and there was no sound except for the occasional dragon roar.

As if frightened by the heavy atmosphere, the red sun slowly hid into the thick clouds, leaving only a trace of the edges, continuing to emit a blood-red glow. From the ground, the crooked blood-colored remnant sun resembles the blood-dripping sickle of death!

The clouds were getting lower and lower, and the air between heaven and earth seemed to have congealed into substantial blood and no longer flowed.

The atmosphere of confusion and horror weighed heavily on everyone's hearts, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

The old and new wind clans still have the gods in their hearts to pray, and the pressure is not too great. The most painful thing is the crowd on the left side of the high platform, the dark creatures who have given up their choice of faith for the sake of so-called freedom, can only lie on the ground in this irresistible power of heaven and earth, trembling all over, but they don't know who to turn to.

Sure enough, the most torturous thing is the destruction of the soul!

Han Feng sat high in the clouds, coldly looking at those creatures who opposed his loyalty, and his heart was full of murderous intent, but he forcibly suppressed it again and again. After a long time, he snorted coldly.

As if in response to Yan Jun's intentions, a few raindrops suddenly fell between the heavens and the earth, which had almost been cemented together.

At the same time, there was also a furious roar of the golden dragon like a spring thunder explosion!

The rain rained strangely, falling only on the open space in the center of the venue, and occasionally a few drops fell into the crowd next to them, landing on people's heads, faces, or bodies.

Quest suddenly felt a chill on his face, and subconsciously reached out to wipe the raindrops away, but he felt that the tentacles were sticky. Immediately shocked, he hurriedly put his hand on the tip of his nose and sniffed, and his face changed color!

Blood!

What is dripping from the sky is actually a rain of blood!

Quest's breathing became heavy and heavi, as if he remembered something, and he quickly looked up, using all his eyes, and did not dare to blink at the dragon.

In fact, he didn't have to work so hard to observe. Because at this moment, in the sparse rain of blood, a black shadow fell from the sky and smashed the ground in the center of the venue.

Previously, it used to be a place where the heads of the dark families who refused to participate in the "Aeolus Festival" were stacked. Now, it's a new murderous place!

The black shadow fell to the ground, and the blood light suddenly appeared. A big head, popping up from the pool of blood, like an eye, shot straight towards Quest!

PS: I was caught secretly coding words at work, and I was delayed updating on time at 8 o'clock, and I deserve to die!