"Fellow Daoists, be careful. Don't let Zou Rui's Sea of Blood touch your physical bodies." Holy Lord Nie Po suddenly spoke, his voice surging in waves and reaching everyone present.
The Sea of Blood contained corrosive energy, and its Killing Intent was dense. Anyone who had once fought Zou Rui naturally knew this. Even cultivators who had not participated in the previous battle could understand how to deal with the monstrous Sea of Blood attack ahead from those few words alone.
The Sea of Blood possessed terrifying corrosive power, but it was definitely not Zou Rui's strongest attack method. Yet everyone who had fought him once before also knew that the Sea of Blood was not something the cultivators of the Three Realms could simply deal with at will.
Thus, Saintly Venerable Cantian, who had participated in the first battle, sacrificed his Dharma Idol ability without hesitation.
Any cultivator's Dharma Idol ability was a trump card, a powerful spell art for preserving one's life in the face of danger. Once it was brought out, it meant they were about to face an extreme danger that threatened their lives.
"You brats, let Zou see whether you've made any progress over these hundreds of thousands of years."
A voice that had already regained its calm rang out from within the monstrous Sea of Blood. Then, dragon roars thundered through Heaven and Earth one after another. Facing the towering, terrifying bodies of the Heaven and Earth Dharma Idols, Zou Rui within the Sea of Blood seemed utterly unconcerned.
Qin Fengming fixed his gaze on the roaring Sea of Blood in the distance, his mind taut.
He did not underestimate Zou Rui's Sea of Blood technique, but neither did he activate any divine ability. Instead, he let the five ferocious beasts deal with the