The two chased and fled.
Two or three quarter-hours later, Wei Tu was already nearing the exit of the blood pool.
By then, Seven-Treasure Demon Ancestor finally struck ruthlessly. With a cold snort, he flipped his palm and produced a blood-green alms bowl, which swept directly toward Wei Tu in the distance.
The blood-green alms bowl moved with astonishing speed. As it rapidly closed in on Wei Tu, countless black runes condensed from demonic qi surged wildly from within it, transforming into an enormous hand of demonic power dozens of zhang wide that clawed down at him.
Even more terrifying, within the nearly hundred-zhang area shrouded by the blood-green alms bowl's demonic light, the waters of the blood pool around Wei Tu became extraordinarily heavy. Every drop weighed ten thousand jun, making it difficult for him to move.
One had to know that, as a body-refining Demon Venerable, Wei Tu's raw physical strength was sufficient to rival Great Ascension immortals and ancient demon ancestors!
This showed just how vicious Seven-Treasure Demon Ancestor's attack was.
He either did not strike at all—or, once he did, it was a killing move.
Yet faced with this troublesome scene, Wei Tu did not feel the slightest fear. He snorted coldly, and a terrifying bloody light burst from his body. In the span of a breath, his body swelled from the size of an ordinary man, forcibly shoving aside the blood pool waters around him, which were as heavy as ten thousand jun.
Immediately afterward, having transformed into a giant, he raised his right arm with an icy expression and met the "hand of demonic power" stretching from the blood-green alms bowl.
With a deafening boom.
Wei Tu's two hands collided with it. After letting out a muffled grunt, he was swiftly forced back. The