Egg of Blood Lust, Blood-Feeding Venerable

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They kept splitting up like this until only five Titled Douluo remained.

As if they had endured a long, oppressive torment, the narrow passage abruptly widened, and the view ahead suddenly opened up.

An unimaginably vast underground cavern appeared before them.

The cavern looked to be two or three hundred meters deep, and what supported this space was not a stone dome, but countless writhing, dark-red walls of flesh tangled with veins and blood vessels.

The fleshy walls gave off a dim crimson glow and pulsed rhythmically, like the inner chamber of some colossal creature's heart.

Thick, dark-red fluid that reeked sharply of rust and rot flowed slowly through the gullies formed by depressions in the chamber walls, gurgling as it surged and gathered toward the very center of the cavern.

There stood an even larger basin-shaped chamber piled from flesh and blood, like a bizarre "stamen," filled with an almost boiling Blood Pool of viscous blood.

As bloody waves churned, countless bubbles rose and burst, releasing nauseating heat and foul, fishy steam.

And in the very center of that blood-colored pool, an "object" beyond description was bobbing up and down.

It was an enormous "egg"!

The eggshell was not smooth and hard. Instead, it had been forcibly glued together from countless layered, writhing, painfully twisted human fascia, scraps of skin, and even withered bones that had not yet fully melted.

Most horrifying of all, the surface of that filthy "eggshell" was embedded with living human faces.

Those faces included men and women, old and young, and without exception, their expressions were frozen in the abyss of ultimate pain and hopelessness. Their mouths gaped open soundlessly, their empty eye sockets seeming to stare at the intruders, while their throats