Half a month later.
By the bank of a vast, surging river of blood.
Tang Yuyan sat cross-legged on the ground, seizing the time to heal her injuries.
The other Immortal Lords were injured as well, but compared to Tang Yuyan, their wounds were far less severe.
Only Su Yi was completely unscathed. He stood by the river of blood, studying the ceaselessly rushing crimson torrent.
Surging waves struck the shore, spray churning wildly, their roar like thunder as it rumbled through the air.
The river water was a glaring scarlet, as though formed from gathered fresh blood. It exuded a dense Killing Intent that made hearts palpitate. Heaven and earth in this region were shrouded in thick blood-colored mist, and not a blade of grass grew from the land.
Su Yi stood with his hands behind his back, his Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, aloof and untouched by the mortal world.
Yet the gazes the other Immortal Lords directed at him were complicated.
There was anger, contempt, and helplessness.
In the half month since leaving Fallen Star Ridge, they had advanced deep into Heaven Hunt Demon Mountain under Tang Yuyan's lead.
Along the way, they had experienced dozens of battles, large and small.
Most of the time, they had fought vicious demons and monsters of formidable strength.
There had also been several conflicts with other Immortal Lords over opportunities.
With an unrivaled Immortal Lord like Tang Yuyan holding down the fort, though they had encountered considerable danger in those battles, they had always managed to turn peril into safety.
Until now, not a single person had been eliminated.
But what left those Immortal Lords indignant was that throughout the journey, no matter what battle they encountered, Shen Mu—whose identity seemed to be that of a spoiled young noble—had