Sensing Su Yingxia's actions, Han Sanqian also raised his eyes and looked out the window. Under the moonlight, Han Sanqian couldn't help but frown.
Hundreds of meters outside the window, the blood-red clouds on the top of the old city had burned to the point of almost burning the sky, making people feel extremely gloomy and always have a feeling of panic.
"What's going on?" Qinglong also noticed this difference and asked in surprise.
Pangolin, Su Yan and others also stood up one after another, looking at the red cloud, each with an indescribable sense of ominousness in their hearts.
Su Ziwu frowned, stood up suddenly, looked at the red cloud, and walked quickly to the window. For a moment, Su Ziwu had a solemn expression and was speechless.
After an unknown amount of time, Su Ziwu murmured: "That's the King of Youming!"
"King of Youming?" Su Yingxia frowned.
Su Ziwu nodded: "Yes, the absolute master of Youming City, and even the name of Youming City is named after him."
"From what you're saying, he should be very powerful?" Qinglong looked at Hongyun from afar and said calmly.
"Who can dominate a murderous world like the demon clan? Who didn't step on the corpses of tens of thousands of people and ascend to the throne?"
Han Sanqian strongly agrees with this point. Just like the road of a lion, you will either be in the position of becoming the king or die on the way to become the king.
They spend their lives in battle, either challenging others or being challenged by others.
Therefore, in such a world, Youming City can still be stable to this day, and the King of Youming must have his own royal skills.
"Could it be that he wants to come to settle accounts with us?" Pangolin frowned.
Su Ziwu shook his head. Hongyun's awakening only meant that the King of Youming was angry, but he was not sure who it was aimed at.
Han Sanqian smiled slightly: "If we can let King Youming deal with it personally, it means that we are quite capable. Let's rest early. We have to go on the road tomorrow."
After saying that, Han Sanqian closed the curtains, turned and walked towards his room.
Seeing Han Sanqian so relaxed, everyone looked at each other. Maybe Han Sanqian was right. Hongyun's awakening did not mean anything.
"Yingxia, please take Nian'er back to the house to rest first. She has been working hard on the boat for so long and she may not be able to handle it physically due to her young age." Qin Shuang looked at Su Yingxia and said softly.
Su Yingxia frowned, but seeing that no one seemed to take it to heart, she didn't want to delve too deeply into it. After taking a look at Han Nian, who was indeed exhausted, she finally nodded and took Han Nian back to her room.
The remaining people in the living room nodded and went back to their respective rooms.
However, just ten minutes later, several people quickly gathered together in the living room. They looked at each other and smiled awkwardly, and returned to the sofa in silence, as if waiting for something.
In Han Sanqian's room, Han Sanqian was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, but his consciousness had already spread to hundreds of meters outside the entire house. As long as there was any disturbance, it would be difficult to detect him. The perception of Sanqian Fleeing Korea.
Although he said that he was not worried, Han Sanqian understood that with the sudden red clouds all over the place, how could the so-called awakening of the King of Youming be as simple as a coincidence?
Especially in a society where the weak are the strongest, if toads and turtles have a place, how can they not have the nod of stronger people?
Isn't it obvious enough that they're dead and there's movement over there? !
It's just that he just wants to get rid of Su Yingxia.
Almost at this moment, tens of thousands of soldiers had set off from the old castle, rushing like a flood from various roads to the houses in the city.
This group of people is so dense and long that even just looking at it makes one's scalp numb.
In this mighty procession, a red ancient wooden sedan caught people's attention. It was not luxuriously decorated, but it was extremely large.
Above, the fat man was lying leisurely, swaying and in good spirits, with a tattered-looking crown hanging on his head...
At this time, Han Sanqian suddenly opened his eyes and stood up slowly...
