"Leave the Saint Blood Fruit behind, or you won't walk out of this dojo."
Ripples spread through the void in the sky as though a vast ocean were surging. Feng Hua flew swiftly, followed by a crowd of Martial Kings and Demon Kings, every pair of eyes bloodshot.
The Saint Blood Fruit was something cultivated by Demon Emperor Huangfu Qingyang. It had to grow upon the corpse of a Demon Saint or Martial Saint, taking a thousand years to grow, a thousand years to flower, and another thousand years to bear fruit.
The Saint Blood Fruit had only one use: consuming it when attempting to break into the Saint realm could increase the chance of success by fifty percent.
Whether human or demon, the main purpose of the beings who had entered this secret realm was to obtain spiritual treasures that could aid them in breaking through to the Saint realm. Now that the legendary Saint Blood Fruit had appeared, how could they not go mad?
Driven by the Saint Blood Fruit, even among those pursuing Feng Hua were Holy Sons of the Sacred Sects and Holy Sons of the Demon Race. The ordinary Martial Kings had joined in like madmen as well.
Mu Feng's expression shifted slightly. "It's your companion, Feng Hua!"
He remembered Feng Hua. Though he had never spoken with her, what had left the deepest impression was that she had always remained beside Wei Fan, almost inseparable from him.
A vast, dark mass of Martial Kings and Demon Kings pursued her from behind, more than a hundred in number. Even Holy Son-level figures would have their scalps tingle at the sight, let alone when there were Holy Sons among them.
After speaking, he wanted to turn and see Wei Fan's reaction, only to discover that the