Death Match

Song Changsheng and the others stepped into the Exquisite Pagoda, and a wave of Ferocious Baleful Qi rushed at them, carrying a pungent stench of blood.

Before their eyes lay an enormous Blood Pool, several dozen zhang in both length and width, filled to the brim with dark-red blood that bubbled away with a gurgle.

Seven golden Coiling Dragon pillars stood within the Blood Pool, arranged in the formation of the Big Dipper.

This was a commonly used "suppression formation," meant to suppress the Ferocious Baleful Qi within the Blood Pool. A Demon Lord's essence blood was no ordinary thing. Unless one was exceptionally gifted, any cultivator below the Purple Palace Stage would die upon contact.

Even Golden Core Cultivators had to expend considerable effort to refine it.

"This is the Dragon Transformation Pool. Enter it, then. Know your limits," Yi Tianzheng said flatly.

The six entered the pool together. The formerly tranquil Blood Pool instantly began to churn violently, and enormous phantom forms of Demon Beasts condensed above its surface, letting out deafening roars.

The unique demonic bird at the center, with four wings, gave them an especially powerful sense of oppression.

"A Demon Lord bloodline," Song Changsheng murmured softly. He had clearly felt this sensation before from the Canglan Water Monarch.

"Noisy."

Yi Tianzheng's tone remained calm. He made a grasping motion with one hand, and the phantom Demon Beasts above the Blood Pool immediately let out wails. Clumps of Blood Mist exploded in the air before merging back into the Blood Pool.

Song Changsheng and the others each found a spot, closed their eyes, focused their minds, and began absorbing the medicinal properties within the Blood Pool to temper themselves.

Every pore across his body opened at that moment.

In an instant, an immense force began pouring