Around Izumo Kingdom.
The heavens churned.
Thick blood aura swirled between the Mithril Net and the prison, soaking every chain.
Slaughter and bloodshed had become the battlefield's prevailing theme.
The Myriad Saints Dragon King and his daughter looked at each other, their gazes settling on the blood prison surrounding the Guangcai Dragon King.
Just moments ago, the Guangcai Dragon King in their sight had shattered the Five Sacred Mountains, destroyed the lightning, and swallowed that unknown dragon.
In the blink of an eye.
The Dragon Clan's blood had instead been put to use, forming the current blood prison.
The primordial baleful aura it emitted made even the Guangcai Dragon King unable to bite into it.
Eight heads.
Sixteen eyes watched the transformed blood prison from every direction, and the Guangcai Dragon King's expression turned solemn.
He had used a portion of his strength, intending to break free from the cage. Yet not only had the cage remained intact, it had actually been reinforced.
Even he had not anticipated such a sudden turn of events.
Likewise, he had never expected the ancient dragon phantom within his sight.
Earlier.
The Guangcai Dragon King had been confident that he could use the secret arts he possessed to wipe out those dragons.
Yet this Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon had immediately stopped him in his tracks.
Land of Ultimate Bliss.
Amitabha Buddha pressed his palms together, his brows knitting slightly.
"Is that dragon... a Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon?"
"Why does it feel like a dragon born from the Nether Blood Sea?"
Had he not known that the Nether Blood Sea originally contained only Old Ancestor Minghe and his disciple, the Nether Mosquito, Amitabha Buddha would have taken the Primordial Blood Spirit Dragon for the product of that master-disciple pair.
"Is it comparable to the Ancestor