Yang Feng casually shattered the curse. His gaze narrowed slightly as he glanced toward the God Blood Plane, killing intent flickering coldly in his eyes. "Are they trying to provoke me into going to the God Blood Plane?"
The God Blood Plane was one of the Thirty-Six Prime Material Planes, a place where crouching tigers and hidden dragons lurked, with experts as numerous as clouds. It was the territory of the True Blood Clan. Once those Blood Clan True Ancestors used the Power of a Race to strengthen themselves, they could even contend against Great Saint-level experts.
Many Saint Spirit Warlock-level experts might possess only early-stage Saint Spirit Warlock cultivation themselves, but if they served as the Guardian God of a race, then on the plane inhabited by that race, they could draw upon the power of the entire race and even contend against Great Saint-level experts.
Yang Feng's eyes were icy, but his killing intent receded as he regained his calm and cast the God Blood Plane from his mind. Before he had sufficient strength, he had no intention of setting foot in a dangerous place like the God Blood Plane again.
Yang Feng had also directly recalled and concealed the Blood Clan Grand Duke incarnation from the God Blood Plane.
After Yang Feng had squeezed every last piece of information from the Seventh True Ancestor and the Corpse Eating Ghoul Saint, the two Saint Spirit Warlock-level experts were directly used by him to refine Eternal Spring.
In the depths of the Warlock World's universe, at the center of a world shrouded in endless darkness, an incomparably ancient Bronze Gate floated in the void.
Crack!!
A series of crisp cracking sounds suddenly came from the Bronze Gate, and an enormous fissure abruptly appeared within it.
An aura brimming with