Seeing the two Ghost Lord cultivators repeatedly cast Crimson Star Sand without any path appearing, everyone's expression changed slightly.
Jiang Liangxiong strode forward and directly shielded the two Ghost Lord cultivators behind him.
Standing behind Jiang Liangxiong, Qin Fengming's expression was slightly gloomy. His eyes flashed with keen light as he watched the middle-aged man's every move, never uttering a word from beginning to end.
Standing at the end of the stone steps, Jiang Liangxiong likewise wore a solemn expression. As he stared into the void before him, a hint of struggle flickered in his eyes.
Jiang Liangxiong stood there, his body seeming carved from stone, and unexpectedly stopped moving.
Everyone stood behind him. Though their expressions shifted slightly, no one spoke, making the scene seem rather strange.
After half a tea's time, a resolute look flashed intensely in Jiang Liangxiong's eyes. As his hands rapidly formed seals, a dense purple-black mist suddenly surged from his body and immediately coiled around both his hands.
It coiled like a flood dragon without spreading in the slightest.
As his hands rapidly changed seals, strings of profound incantations and runes swiftly emerged within the mist, and the mass of purple-black fog gradually became solid.
The veins on his neck bulged, and a savage look suddenly appeared on his face. Jiang Liangxiong abruptly opened his mouth and spat out a mass of crimson blood essence, which swiftly sank into the head-sized sphere formed from the purple-black mist before him.
At once, a crimson radiance flashed, and an intensely bloody aura spread through the area—several times thicker than the bloody stench within the red mist surrounding them.
Jiang Liangxiong did not stop. After spitting out several mouthfuls of blood essence, his face instantly turned pale.
The purple-black sphere had already turned crimson. It spun rapidly,