He rose, walked to the entrance of the great hall, and gazed at the blood-red sky in the distance. The red had grown deeper than it had been a few days earlier, as though blood might drip from it.
Countless twisted faces could dimly be seen churning among the clouds, letting out piercing, miserable howls. It was a phenomenon born of the Blood God Sect disciples' relentless attacks, day and night.
"Pass down my orders," Azure Profound True Person said gravely.
"Everyone, stay sharp and prepare for battle.
That old fiend Blood Cloud won't give us a chance to catch our breath.
Tell our brothers to hold on for another ten days. The reinforcements will arrive then. In ten days, it will be our turn to strike back."
"Yes!" Lin Feng cupped his fist and turned to leave.
Sure enough, early the next morning, the Blood God Sect's assault grew even fiercer.
Dawn had barely broken when earthshaking war drums sounded from the Blood God Sect's camp. Their beats were deep and urgent, like thunder before a storm, striking at everyone's heart one after another. Thirty thousand Blood God Sect disciples roared in unison, their battle cries shaking the heavens as they surged toward the Azure Profound Sect's Mountain Gate like a blood-red tide.
Blood Cloud True Person entered the fray himself.
He stood in midair, his Blood Robe snapping in the wind, his expression terrifyingly grim. After losing the Blood Pearl, his aura had noticeably weakened, and the blood mist surrounding him was no longer as dense as before. But his gaze had grown even more frenzied, even more vicious.
He knew he had no way back. If he failed to break through the Azure Profound Sect's defenses soon, all his efforts would come to nothing once the reinforcements