The Blood Sect's Fall

Facing the combined attack of two Dou Emperors, Fan Lao appeared somewhat disheveled.

He knew very well that although his Blood Sect technique was domineering and strange, and his cultivation progressed quite quickly, it relied too much on external forces, making it difficult for his internal Dou Qi to reach a solid state. Therefore, he was always at a disadvantage when fighting against people of the same level.

The reason why Fan Lao was able to fight Ying Li to a standstill was mainly because he was one star higher in cultivation than Ying Li.

Even so, despite their numerous encounters, he never gained the upper hand.

Now, with the addition of Yuan Yi, the leader of the Eight Gates, Fan Lao instantly felt the pressure increase exponentially, and it seemed he was about to be unable to withstand it.

"Yuan Yi! My Blood Sect and your Eight Gates have never had any enmity. Are you determined to help this Ying Li and my Blood Sect fight to the death today?"

Fan Lao's eyes flickered, his gaze subtly sweeping around, while he gritted his teeth and shouted.

Yuan Yi chuckled coldly and said with a sneer, "Fan Lao, aren't you just being ignorant?"

"This is the Black Corner Region, where it's either kill or be killed. As for whether there's a grudge... does it matter?"

Yes, does it matter if there's a grudge or not?

They've clearly come for the Blood Sect, and saying anything now won't change anything!

"Arrogant! Do you think I, Fan Lao, would fear you?"

His face twitched, and finally Fan Lao couldn't help but roar.

At this moment, his eyes were filled with ferocity, and a massive surge of blood-red Dou Qi erupted from his body. Finally, the Dou Qi rose and transformed into a huge sea of blood, three or four zhang in size, around him, completely obscuring his figure.

"Heh heh, Fan Lao, I didn't expect that after all these years, you'd still be using the same old tricks! These things are useless against me." Ying Li, the Tomb Master the Black Skull Tomb and an old rival, sneered.

Glancing at the spreading sea of blood, Ying Li raised his hands, and a dark, chilling green flame instantly emerged from his palms.

The moment the flame appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees!

"Netherflame!"

With a gentle wave of his hand, the ball of eerie green flame suddenly expanded, Netherflame from less than the size of a fist to two or three meters in just a few seconds...

This flame is not some kind of Heavenly Flames, and it is completely different from the Dou Qi flame cultivated by orthodox fire-attribute techniques.

This is a dark fire condensed from a special technique used by the Black Skull Tomb!

This dark, emerald-green flame seemed to come from the depths of hell. If it were to invade the human body, it would corrode and dissolve the opponent's Dou Qi, flesh, and essence in no time.

Its power, though not Heavenly Flames, is still incomparable to ordinary fire!

As an old rival, Fan Lao naturally knew the strangeness of the other party's flames, so when he saw the other party unleash the Netherflame, he immediately formed a blood vortex in his own sea of blood...

The vortex continued to spin and expand, finally swallowing the eerie green Netherflame whole.

Flames swept across, and a sea of blood churned...

At this moment, the two sides were instantly locked in a stalemate. The flames continued to scorch the sea of blood, while the sea of blood continuously eroded the power of the flames.

From now on, the only way to determine the winner is to see who can outlast whom.

Under normal circumstances, the two would most likely end in a draw...

But now, Ying Li has helpers by his side!

Yuan Yi looked at the two locked in a stalemate, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He continuously gathered energy in his hands, finally conjuring a forty-meter-long Dou Qi sword.

"Three Slashes of Avici! Cut! Cut!"

The soaring blade energy seemed poised to tear apart heaven and earth, instantly ripping through the already thinned sea of blood...

As the sea of blood dissipated, two figures slowly reappeared within it.

Aside from slightly rapid breathing, Ying Li was otherwise unharmed. In contrast, Fan Lao's robes were completely torn, and blood streamed down his arms, finally dripping from his palms...

Clearly, Fan Lao had suffered considerable injuries from Yuan Yi's three previous strikes, as he was caught in a pincer attack.

Looking at Fan Lao's current state, Ying Li felt more at ease than ever before.

The two had clashed several times over the years, but each time the conflict ended inconclusively. This left Ying Li, who had powerful backers, feeling extremely frustrated.

There was nothing he could do. His master had said long ago that unless it was a matter of life and death, he dared not disturb the old man. That's why Fan Lao had been able to keep jumping around until now!

"Heh heh, Fan Lao, it seems today is your last day in this world!"

His gaze swept across Blood-Robed Fortress in the city. The two Dou Wang elders of the Blood Sect had already been instantly killed by Mo Tang.

The remaining disciples were terrified and had all run away long ago... As for those who didn't run away, what help could you expect from a group of Dou Shi, Da Dou Shi, or Dou Ling?

"Heh heh, you think you've got me cornered?"

A sinister smile suddenly appeared on Fan Lao's face. His hand seals changed abruptly, and then a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth. As the blood dispersed, Fan Lao's figure vanished from the spot in an extremely eerie manner.

Blood Escape Technique!

This can also be considered one of the secret techniques mastered by the Blood Sect lineage.

Yuan Yi, who was fighting Fan Lao for the first time, was clearly surprised that his opponent had such a move. Upon seeing this, his expression changed and he was greatly shocked.

In comparison, Ying Li was much calmer.

He raised his hand to stop Yuan Yi, who was trying to chase after him, and then gestured in one direction with his chin.

Yuan Yi looked up and saw that a hundred meters away from the city wall of Dusk City, the space suddenly rippled slightly, and then a blood-red shadow appeared, from which Fan Lao, with a pale face, fell down.

While the Blood Escape Technique allowed Fan Lao to escape the battlefield instantly, it also placed a huge strain on the user.

Given Fan Lao's current condition, as long as he doesn't want to bleed to death, the distance he can escape won't be far.

The reason Ying Li didn't give chase was because he discovered that someone had already made their move beforehand...

A flash of silver light appeared almost simultaneously with the blood shadow. By the time Fan Lao revealed himself, a long Dou Qi crackling with lightning had already pierced his chest...

"You... you..."

There was absolutely no reaction time.

Fan Lao's face turned even paler, and a mouthful of blood mixed with shattered internal organs spurted out.

"It's over... Sect Master."

Mo Tang's smiling face became the last image Fan Lao saw in this world.

Fan Lao's death directly shattered the Blood Sect's last hope of resistance.

Already preoccupied with being surrounded by three people, the Vampire Old Demon didn't hesitate at all and used his Blood Escape Technique to disappear without a trace.

After all, he was Seven-Star Dou Emperor. Although he was no match for the combined attack of three people, he would not be injured in a short time, so Mo Tang and the others had no intention of chasing after him.

Because everyone knows they definitely can't catch up with him!

Fan Lao died, Blood Sect was destroyed.

Now it's time for them to reap the rewards!