Above the ruins of Blood God Mountain, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
The blood-colored great hall that had stood for hundreds of years had been reduced to rubble, and the once-majestic peak was now nothing but broken walls and shattered remains.
Blood-colored fragments of Spiritual Power drifted down like snowflakes, dyeing the entire ruin a dark red. The air was thick with the heavy stench of blood.
At the very center of the ruins, Xue Wuya lay collapsed in a deep pit, drenched in blood from head to toe, his aura as faint as a candle in the wind.
His Ancient Blood God Dharma Body had been completely destroyed. That Supreme Dharma Body he had cultivated for hundreds of years had turned into a sky full of blood-colored rain of light, scattering between heaven and earth.
His mind and spirit were linked to his Dharma Body. With the Dharma Body destroyed, he too had suffered a devastating blow.
At this moment, not only was Xue Wuya's Spiritual Power almost entirely exhausted, he had also sacrificed his blood essence. Without several years, there was no way he could recover.
However, Lin Langtian had no intention of giving him that time.
The golden light gradually receded. The hundreds-of-zhang Undying Golden Body slowly dissipated, and the eight Demonic Puppets also turned into streaks of flowing light and sank into Lin Langtian's body.
Lin Langtian slowly landed back on the ground, standing with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked down at Xue Wuya in the deep pit.
His face was slightly pale, and his aura was somewhat unsteady. Continuously activating the Immortal Demon Finger and the eight Demonic Puppets had also consumed an enormous amount of his strength.
But his eyes remained as calm as ever, without the slightest ripple.