A face formed from tens of thousands of streams of viscous fresh blood emerged. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would find it hard to remain composed upon suddenly witnessing such a scene, while a low-level cultivator would likely collapse on the spot.
As the old man cast his spell, he sat cross-legged amid the sea of blood. His hands formed incantations and moved with rapid speed.
The blood surrounding him churned like boiling water. As the old man's incantations took effect, it surged like a rushing river, rapidly rolling toward the towering mountain peak that was the divine palace.
Faced with such a scene, Qin Fengming suddenly felt a wave of helplessness rise within him.
With his experience, he naturally knew that within this sea of blood, those bloody faces were merely formed by magic. To dispel them, he first had to destroy the sea of blood that had already spread for dozens of miles around him.
Even when the divine palace had fled and attacked at full speed, it had been unable to escape the sea of blood's shroud, much less shake it in the slightest. With his abilities at that moment, breaking the old man's secret technique was truly exceedingly difficult.
Faced with the sea of blood spreading across dozens of miles, even if he simultaneously brought out the three Blazing Sun Primordial Pearls and several Lightning Talismans on his person, the odds of breaking this blood-sea technique would absolutely not exceed fifty percent.
Although such a terrifying scene filled Qin Fengming with fear, he would never simply stand by and await death.
With a flip of his hand, a square seal appeared in his grasp.
This seal was only the size of his palm. Its entire body was shrouded in purple-red light. The bottom was square and