The starry sky was now illuminated by the sun's rays, showing traces of red.
It was no ordinary red, it was as pure as the holy red in blood, so alluring and evil.
This is a special landscape belonging to the Lost Stars.
It is a bloody scenery that is not inferior to any planet, and is even more magnificent than other planets. That... is not a natural landscape, but a scenery that can only be created by the Blood Emperor of the Lost Stars.
The sky is filled with red, evil and strange.
"No, is this the start of a mystery hunt?" Bai Zijin, the little white fox who was running around looking for Winter Melon and the Eighteen Sky-Swallowing Beasts, couldn't help but change his expression when he saw the changing color of the sky.
Although he has never been to Lost Star, he has heard that this bloody and beautiful scenery of Lost Star is a landscape that was formed when the Blood Emperor opened the Mysterious Killing Bureau.
This... what is this Misting Star Blood Emperor going to do to Yaoguang and Rakshasa?
Even if we have to deal with Yaoguang and Rakshasa, we won't start this killing spree...
This...this...
Bai Zijin suddenly shuddered, hoping it wasn't what he thought, hoping his guess wasn't right, hoping...
All the hair on Bai Zi's back and back stood up, and he couldn't help but feel a chill on his back.
This Blood Emperor... has such ruthless methods and such a ruthless heart.
Taking a deep breath, Bai Zijin ran towards the distance with almost all his strength, looking for Winter Melon and the Eighteen Sky-Swallowing Beasts.
Fortunately, he did not reveal his true identity and let the Blood Emperor think that he was just a little white fox. Otherwise, Yaoguang and Rakshasa, who else would have come to save them.
It must quickly find Winter Melon and the Eighteen Heaven-Swallowing Beasts, hurry up, Rakshasa and Fluttering Light, they are now...now...
I hope it won't be too late, I hope...
Bai Zijin flew away quickly, sniffing the faint breath of the eighteen sky-devouring beasts in the air, and rushed towards him like a shooting star chasing the moon.
The red sky becomes more and more eerie.
It's so weird that it almost makes people feel irritable for no reason.
No one in the Star City went out, and those who were on the street a moment ago all went home and closed their doors.
They have long known what this color of the sky represents.
If their Blood Emperor takes action, then they must make a way out and not spoil their Blood Emperor's interest.
Empty streets, empty buildings.
There is only one Rakshasa in the capital city of Mising Star.
With a fierce momentum, he scratched a tornado rushing in front of him with his claws, and Rakshasa glanced around.