Without too many words, Venerable Blood Soul and Venerable Blood Gu each brought out a rust-mottled metal compass and a pitch-black, three-foot-long spike.
When the two Sacred Artifacts rose into the sky, they erupted in a burst of scarlet light in an instant, and an invisible force enveloped the entire old battlefield.
Then an astonishing scene occurred. Under the effect of that force, strands of thick, dark-red liquid actually seeped up from the surface of the earth. These liquids gathered from all directions like threads, weaving a blood-colored net in midair that sent a chill down one's spine.
Faintly, bursts of shrill laughter like that of malicious ghosts could still be heard.
Yet Blood Soul and Blood Gu seemed not to hear it at all. Each occupied one corner of the long battlefront, driving their Sacred Artifacts to greedily absorb those liquids.
These liquids were nothing else. They were the blood left behind from the slaughter and fighting between the Human Race and the Demon Race.
Nearly a day had already passed since the great battle ended. Originally, this blood had already seeped deep into the soil, and by rights, the difficulty of extracting it should have been enormous. But there was simply too much of it.
Along this long battlefront stretching thousands of li, nearly three hundred thousand Demon Beasts of various ranks had been slain, while the Human Race side had also suffered as many as thirty thousand casualties.
Demon Beasts were generally rather massive in size, so the blood flowing through their bodies naturally was not something Human Cultivators could compare to.
The fresh blood of three hundred thousand Demon Beasts gathered together was enough to form a small river. Added to that was the reason of cultivation—their blood's density far exceeded that of ordinary wild beasts,