Qin Feng seemed not to have heard the warning from the depths of the Sea of Blood.
He stood above the Sea of Blood with his hands behind his back, dressed in white as pure as snow and untouched by dust, forming an incomparably stark contrast with the filthy, bloody surroundings.
To him, that earlier finger strike which had shattered the crimson heavenly wall truly seemed like nothing more than casually swatting a buzzing fly, not even worthy of causing the slightest ripple in his heart.
He took a step forward.
Just that one step.
"Crack! Crack, crack, crack!"
The previously calm crimson sea ahead suddenly split with countless enormous cracks, as though an incomparably vast blood-red glass mirror had been shattered from within by an irresistible force.
It was not the sea surface that was cracking, but the spatial structure of the entire Sea of Blood, letting out a groan of unbearable strain beneath that step.
Deep within the Sea of Blood, Ancestor Minghe, within the Nether River Palace, felt the shock he had just suppressed erupt once more like a volcano!
He felt it!
His Blood River Grand Formation, the mountain-protecting formation fused with the entire Sea of Blood and said to be Invulnerable to All Magic beneath the level of a Saint, was being dismantled from its very foundation!
The other party had not even deliberately attacked. He had merely taken a step forward!
"Rumble!"
At the center of the Sea of Blood, a bottomless giant vortex abruptly appeared.
All the bloodwater in the Sea of Blood began wildly circling the vortex, unleashing deafening roars.
A massive throne, built entirely from piles of ghastly white bones, slowly rose from the deepest part of the vortex.
Upon the throne sat a cross-legged figure.
He was a Daoist clad