This was a skinny old man with an immortal bearing. He wore a gray robe, his face was ruddy, and his aura soared to the heavens. A wisp of white beard drifted across his chest. He looked neat and vigorous.
At this moment, the old man strode across the waves, his sleeves fluttering. His face was filled with shock and fury, and Killing Intent surged around him. His eyes brimmed with brutality, utterly at odds with his usual kindly appearance.
Yet the old man suddenly froze. His eyes widened, and his complexion abruptly turned pale.
What had he seen?
Within the vast sea of blood he took the greatest pride in, seven energy streams had appeared, each as mighty as a river. The seven streams surged violently, countless dazzling blades of light flashing within them. Each had a single attribute, and there were actually seven different types. They shot through the sea of blood with the force of dead wood splintering before a raging gale.
The violent blood-sea fluid that could easily seal Mahayana magic treasures and defile Mahayana mana was like smoke before the seven streams of energy, utterly unable to resist in the slightest.
In an instant, terror erupted from the depths of the old man's heart.
He clearly sensed that the moment the violent, immense energy in the sea of blood touched the seven streams, the vast energy contained within the sea of blood was instantly drawn away.
It was as if the seven streams were seven giant dragons capable of devouring the energy of the sea of blood, invincible and unstoppable.
The old man was terrified! He had never seen an attack of such might. This kind of energy should not have appeared within the Three Realms.
"Ah... It's an attack of Law energy!"
At last,