At dusk, as the sun sank beyond the western hills, the setting sun was as red as blood.
In the distant sky, a blood-red sun slowly sank, spilling a rich crimson glow that almost stained half the firmament.
Su Fan stood quietly with his hands behind his back, his sleeves gently stirred by the evening breeze. Yet his eyes held an unmelting chill as they fell upon the mountain of demonic beast corpses opposite him.
The surroundings were filled exclusively with Ninth-grade Demonic Beasts, each one once a being that had dominated its territory.
He had specifically ordered his subordinates to collect these Ninth-grade Demonic Beast corpses.
His fingertips unconsciously rubbed the lines in his palm. Su Fan intended to use the Essence Blood of these Ninth-grade Demonic Beasts to perform a blood sacrifice.
Although his strength was now worlds apart from what it had once been, his heart still sank at the thought of facing the Upper Realm Demon Race and the Upper Realm Human Race's Daoist Schools.
Every one of those beings was unfathomably deep. His current cultivation was still lacking that final polish.
He had to raise his strength as quickly as possible and break through to the late Deity Transformation Stage in the shortest time. Otherwise, in the battles to come, he would not even have the capital to stand firm.
This thought was branded into his heart like a red-hot iron, leaving no room for the slightest slackening.
"Senior Brother... We've found nearly all the Ninth-grade Demonic Beast corpses in Wangyue Heaven..."
As his thoughts churned, a gentle voice sounded from beside him.
Su Fan returned to his senses and realized that Zhang Xuemo had appeared beside him at some point, a trace of weariness between her brows.
His heart stirred slightly. He knew that