The Sword's Direction
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The bloody vortex spun faster and faster under the influence of the Curse altar. Streaks of blood-colored lightning tore through the sky, vaguely illuminating an illusory passage, giving off the impression that the passage was connected to distant ancient times.
It seemed like something else other than Hadean Curses was emerging from this illusory passage.
Suddenly, a blood-coloured whirlwind blew, followed by a downpour of blood rain. The ominous aura grew more potent. The sight made one's blood freeze in their veins.
Celestial Court elites and even the Nether Clan elites—especially the Seven Top Killers from Nether Hall—were shocked. Never had they expected Son of Darkness to execute such an eerie technique.
The seven top killers were all staring at the Hadean Curse that emerged from the bloody vortex at this moment.