The bloodstain in the hand fluttered with the wind and made a hunting noise. The bloodstains on the cloth were like living creatures, and they began to creep slowly and rushed forward together.

Then, just under everyone's attention, Fang Han's footsteps stopped suddenly, his arm drew a strange arc, and his blood was bloody, and suddenly waved out.

"Heaven punishes ghosts and fires!"

A monstrous purple fire blossoms, so monstrous, domineering, dyeing the whole space black and purple.

In the empty sky, on the top of Fang Han's head, the endless purple fire is rolling, becoming thicker and thicker, bursting out a sad howling voice, as if condensed innumerable unjust...