"Who goes there?"
At that moment, the closest person to the two crimson figures was Xuanji the Daoist, master of Zhengyang Palace. Two spheres of light, one silver and one black, danced around Xuanji the Daoist, refracting streams of bizarre, shifting radiance. His Daoist robe had the broad sleeves and sweeping hem of ancient ceremonial garb, clouds and mist coiling over it. A white jade crown rested upon his head, giving him the immortal bearing and lofty air of a grandmaster. Judging from the waves of mana emanating from him, even if Xuanji the Daoist was inferior to Qu Daozi, he was already a figure on Shi Ruyi's level. Though he did not know the identities of those two blood-red figures, the instant that dense demonic and bloody aura surged toward him, a chill ran through his entire body. He sensed an endless aura of slaughter and bloodlust.
Xuanji the Daoist unconsciously let out a sharp shout, but what entered his ears was an incomparably eerie peal of soft laughter.
The voice gave off a feeling of icy coldness intertwined with seductive charm, like an exceptionally cold and beautiful iceberg woman deliberately striking countless coquettish poses. It was strange and demonic to the extreme. The instant the voice entered his ears, even with Xuanji the Daoist's cultivation, his heart trembled and the true essence throughout his body rippled.
The two blood-red figures did not answer Xuanji the Daoist at all. Amid that strange, demonic laughter, within the blood qi and demonic qi filling the heavens, a blood-red yaksha more than fifty feet tall suddenly leaped out. Holding a pointed fork, it stabbed straight at Xuanji the Daoist.
"Not good! It's the Great Heavenly Demon Blood Servant Method! Don't meet it head-on—dodge!"
The moment Han Wuji saw that completely blood-red, living