At the edge of this blood pool was a spacious passage stretching for dozens of li, and over a million mortals were crammed throughout it!
Because the line was so long, those at the back could not see what was happening at the front. They could only follow the line and inch forward slowly. By the time the mortals at the front saw the blood pool, they had already reached the point of no return.
The mortals screamed and struggled, but an invisible force kept pushing them onward. Even when they fell to the ground, their bodies still slid involuntarily toward the blood pool.
Luo Zheng mingled with the crowd, carefully observing the situation around the blood pool.
Above the blood pool stood a massive array. Countless divine patterns, large and small, overlapped across it—there were probably more than a hundred thousand of them!
"This array is actually so complicated." Under Luo Zheng's fixed gaze, he was slightly astonished.
The Saint Race's Blood Curse Technique could be cast against a specific race, and its power was so formidable. It truly had its own unique strengths.
However, the more complicated an array was, the more precise it became. Once damaged, it would be difficult to repair. The Saint Race had expended no small amount of effort setting up this Blood Curse Array.
Occupying a great cosmos with the Blood Curse Technique was a measure the Saint Race had been forced to take.
The Demon Night Race and the Devil Race were now entangled with each other, while the Saint Race and humanity's Three Great Factions were locked in a stalemate. If they did not consolidate these great cosmoses, it would be difficult for them to advance even one step!
Thus, the Saint Race's strategy was to consolidate the great cosmoses they