Crimson fire surged madly from the gaps in the Crimson Armor.
It transformed into raging fire serpents that scorched savage cracks into the ground.
The three Soul Hall Dou Emperors were surrounded on all sides by the surging Crimson Flame.
Everywhere they looked was crimson.
Their black pupils were reflected blood-red!
They exuded a chillingly vicious gleam.
The old man in the center wore a sinister expression.
The black mist swirling around him grew denser and denser.
"Let us escape?"
The black markings on his face writhed and twisted as he suddenly roared.
"Arrogant!"
"So what if you're a Seven-star Dou Huang?!"
"You're still just a junior!"
He suddenly threw back his head and viciously bit through his tongue.
"Pfft!"
A mouthful of blood shot forth like an arrow, tracing an eerie arc through the air.
"Boom!"
In an instant, countless clouds of dense bloody mist surged forth from the blood.
Like raging tides, they carried a pungent stench of blood!
Pale skulls flickered in and out of sight within the mist.
The skulls' jaws opened and closed as they twisted, struggling in agony.
Vengeful souls writhed and tore apart madly within the bloody vortex!
Their shrill howls shook the eardrums, as if they would pierce straight through one's soul.
The vengeful souls gathered into an enormous blood-colored vortex above the old man's head!
It radiated a twisted, nauseating aura.
"Ten Thousand Souls, Blood Sacrifice!"
The old man roared wildly, his voice filled with madness!
Seeing this, the other two immediately slashed open their wrists without hesitation.
Black blood flowed like two thin streams, slowly twisting together in the air.
In an instant, it erupted with terrifying pressure.
Wherever that pressure reached, the air seemed to freeze, and a deep buzzing rang without end.
A hundred-zhang ghost face slowly formed