Dark clouds blotted out the sky, dark as eternal night.
A river of Blood-colored Thunder surged across the firmament.
Su Yi moved as though teleporting. The profundity of sinking circulated around him, and his entire person was like an indestructible sharp blade.
Wherever he passed, countless Blood-colored Ravens exploded with a bang.
From afar, a straight rift had been carved through the overwhelming army of Blood-colored Ravens, explosions booming without end along the way.
These Blood-colored Ravens were exceptionally troublesome. Their strength rivaled Return to One Realm World Kings, and they moved in flocks.
Once trapped, even Grotto Universe Realm World Kings would face certain death.
As he charged and fought his way forward, Su Yi had already discovered that Great Dao profundities constituting reincarnation, such as rebirth, withering and flourishing, the other shore, and sinking, could easily deal with such strange creatures.
It seems these blood ravens are not truly living creatures, but transformed from the resentful souls of the dead. They command the power of thunderous curses, which is why they are so difficult to handle...
Su Yi mused inwardly.
As he pondered, his brows suddenly furrowed.
Beneath the sky ahead, Blood-colored Thunder roiled as Blood-colored Ravens continuously poured forth in a vast tide, blocking his path.
It felt as though they were obeying an order, determined to keep Su Yi on this wasteland no matter what.
At that very instant, Su Yi's Divine Sense caught an image—
To the east, three thousand zhang away, sixteen black formation banners stood planted in the ground. They fluttered in the wind, emanating obscure and strange Dao-pattern symbols.
At the center of the sixteen formation banners sat cross-legged an Emaciated Old Man dressed in a beast-hide robe, with sparse hair.
Countless dense tattoo totems were branded across his skin. Between his