Inside the rift was a broken world. At first glance, it looked disturbingly similar to the red zones.
Thick red miasma drifted through the air. The ground stretched endlessly beneath a crimson sky.
It looked like a red desert. One filled with monsters.
The screech of a Mutated Dovos echoed overhead.
Another answered.
Then a third.
Xinyuan stood in the middle of them, the shadow wings at his back spreading wide. His scythe gleamed beneath the red sky as three enormous bird monsters circled above him waiting.... Watching.
They attacked together.
Xinyuan's shadow wings beat once.
The air exploded.
One moment he was standing still. The next he was above them.
His scythe flashed. A wing separated from a body.
A screech followed.
Before the creature could recover, Xinyuan appeared beside its neck.
Another swing. Another corpse.
The second Dovos charged immediately. It never reached him.
Its head hit the ground before its body did.
Only one remained.
