Just as everyone took a brief moment to catch their breath, the once-clear sky above the Immortal Realm was suddenly blanketed by a blood-red mass of clouds. As though soaked in fresh blood, the clouds gave off a heart-palpitating dark crimson hue, as if Hell's Gate were slowly opening. Vast figures seemed to move within the clouds, their presence bringing a heavy sense of oppression upon the entire Immortal Realm.
As time passed, a bloody rain began to fall in a light drizzle. This was no ordinary rain, but blood rain containing powerful Demonic Power. Wherever it fell, the flowers and grass of the Immortal Realm instantly withered. The once vibrant scenery became deathly silent in the blink of an eye. Worse still, the spiritual energy of the Immortal Realm became utterly foul under the blood rain's corrosion, losing its former purity.
Just as everyone stared at the scene in shock, a deep and imposing voice came from the clouds. "Did you think it was over after defeating the Enemy of Time? How naive." The voice seemed to come from Nine Nether Hell, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Hearing the voice, the Young Disciple and the others looked up to see a Demon God slowly emerging from the clouds, his entire body radiating Bloodlight. The Demon God was enormous, dozens of zhang tall. His body was shrouded in a thick layer of Bloodlight, concealing his true face, yet the aura leaking from it filled them with endless terror.
With a wave of his hands, the Demon God sent countless blood-red blades raining down upon them. The blades were as fast as lightning, leaving no time to dodge. Everyone hurriedly deployed various spells and magical treasures to defend themselves, but there were simply too many blades, and several people were still