By the time Yaksha and Sister Zhen returned, Su Fan finally left the area.
The two Ghost Slaves had spent more than an hour working themselves ragged, and they had come away with quite a haul.
Yaksha had imprisoned a large number of the Celestial Race's Shade Souls. They had all been Yin Gods from the Deity Transformation Stage and Void Refining Stage, but unfortunately, they had been corroded by Netherworld Filth.
As for the corpses, forget them. Almost all had been corroded into a mush of rotten flesh by the Netherworld Filth.
Sister Zhen, meanwhile, had brought a large group of Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Generals to dig for treasure in the soil. Amid the rotten earth littered with shattered flesh and broken bones, they had found quite a few Storage Rings.
Su Fan had the two of them enter the secret realm first. Then he drew a deep breath and sent a thought to the Witchcraft School Upper Realm Big Shot.
"Senior, the corpses here are rather badly broken up. Can I still activate the blood sacrifice..."
"As long as they haven't been scattered beyond a hundred-li radius, you can..."
After receiving the Witchcraft School Upper Realm Big Shot's thought, Su Fan felt reassured.
His gaze sharpened. Dense Witchcraft Path divine patterns instantly surfaced all over his body, and rich blood light began to billow around him.
"Rumble..."
At that moment, amid a deep, muffled boom, a scarlet pillar of blood descended from the heavens and completely enveloped Su Fan.
"Boom..."
Centered on Su Fan, a terrifying blood-colored storm instantly swept up, then formed a blood-colored witchcraft formation a hundred li across.
Within that hundred-li radius, strands of Blood threads rose like spirit snakes and were swiftly devoured by the terrifying blood-colored storm.
The blood-colored storm raged for