Seventh Hundred and Ninety-Sixth: Turning Against Each Other

The nine-zhang-tall black Dao Platform was steeped in the weathered aura of countless years.

A Black Umbrella sat alone atop it, everything appearing utterly plain and unremarkable.

Yet when he stepped closer, One-Armed Old Demon's expression turned grave.

He did not dare probe it with his Divine Sense, nor did he dare use any of his Dao Xing, as though afraid that the nine-zhang Dao Platform would sense his presence and erase him in an instant.

Six Yin Old Ghost's sudden death earlier was a living example.

"Rise!"

When he reached a point three zhang from the black Dao Platform, One-Armed Old Demon halted and softly uttered an obscure Dao Sound.

Whoosh!

A blood-red bowl soared into the air. As it spun rapidly, vortex-like black light surged within it, giving rise to astonishing devouring fluctuations.

The Bloodthirsty Bowl.

One of One-Armed Old Demon's trump-card treasures. Once deployed, it could devour all life force within a thousand-zhang radius, swallowing and drawing out the blood of every living creature.

Bang!!!

Suddenly, a shattering blast rang out.

The Bloodthirsty Bowl was struck by a streak of blood light and exploded outright. Before the fragments it sent flying could hit the ground, wisps of blood mist burned them into ash and scattered them through the air.

At the same time, One-Armed Old Demon let out a muffled groan and violently retreated.

Once he had steadied himself, his robes were drenched with cold sweat. His face was pale, and terror and alarm showed between his brows, as though he had been frightened half to death.

In that instant, if he had not decisively severed the power controlling the Bloodthirsty Bowl, he would nearly have suffered a fatal backlash!!

The crowd stirred, every face changing color.

At that moment, everyone saw clearly that the blood light