Countless foul-blood auras churned, causing the vast sea of blood to ripple... When the power of the entire sea of blood converged in one direction, it seemed as though the whole space began to tremble.
"That is actually the Sea of Blood Great Formation."
On a distant reef, Fentian gazed toward Asura Island, his brows slightly furrowed.
"There isn't much power left in the sea of blood to stir up. After this formation passes, I'm afraid..."
After pondering briefly, Demon King Fentian opened a passage through the sea of blood.
He no longer needed to remain in the sea of blood, because there was already a replacement for the Six-Winged Mosquito Daoist... Thus, he could carry Blood Ancestor's hopes and leave this sea of blood, which was already nearing exhaustion.
The moment the passage opened, Demon King Fentian left without the slightest hesitation.
The Blood God Son chosen by Blood Ancestor was the true new life Blood Ancestor needed.
Above the dojo on the nameless Isolated Island, the lotuses filling the pond swayed in the bloody wind.
Dressed in white, Shizang, both rugged and refined, thoughtfully watched the movement of the blood clouds. As the saying went, the winds and clouds changed unpredictably. "The Sea of Blood Great Formation... This is already the second time I've seen it. I wonder how many wandering ghosts will be born because of it. Ah, I seem to see a great deal of merit appearing..."
What kind of dog-headed-person statement was that?
In the lotus-leaf house not far away, Great Immortal Tantai rolled her eyes... Their group had been kept behind by Shizang, and they did not know whether that was fortunate or not. The main issue was that this fellow had endless twisted logic, forming a closed-loop magic that simply could