As a Spirit Race Holy Spirit, Ling Ling had also been summoned by the Spirit King and given certain instructions, but she knew nothing of Luo Hong and the others setting a trap at Fu Ling Mountain.
Fortunately, after some consideration, Ling Ling did not send anyone to deliver the Sound Transmission Talisman to the nearest city of the Human and Monster Races. Instead, she decided to seek the Spirit King's instructions first.
After all, this matter involved a Mahayana Cultivator of the Human Race. She no longer had the authority to decide it on her own!
Thus, in less than three days, the bloodstained Sound Transmission Talisman was delivered into Luo Hong's hands.
"Courting death!"
As expected, Luo Hong flew into a rage the moment he learned of Feng Jing City from it.
At the same time, a ring of black halo began flickering erratically across his body in response to his surging fury. Anything that touched it was turned into nothingness!
"Cough, cough. Fellow Daoist Luo, calm your anger. They may have done this precisely to throw us into disarray!"
Though the black halo had not displayed much power, the Spirit King sensed within it a terrifying aura that seemed capable of devouring everything in the world. He couldn't help but tremble with fear, then carefully tried to soothe Luo Hong.
Baohua noticed it as well, but she merely narrowed her eyes and did not reveal much emotion.
"That fiend went out of his way to take a detour just to blood-sacrifice an entire city. He must have noticed something! Fellow Daoist Spirit King, shouldn't you give Luo an explanation?"
If blood-sacrificing the Human Race could restore his injuries, then in the original timeline, the Skeleton True Immortal should have begun conducting blood sacrifices madly the instant he