"Eh?"
The instant Qin He steadied himself, the figure within the Blood Sea let out a soft cry of surprise.
But immediately afterward, it slowly closed its eyes again.
The blurry figure gradually vanished, as though it had never appeared at all—perhaps it had disappeared, or perhaps it had merged back into the Blood Sea.
The next moment, the boundless Blood Sea began to boil.
A spine-chilling figure slowly rose from the Blood Sea, its entire body wrapped in thick, viscous blood plasma, as though it had just emerged from an incomparably bloody slaughter.
Upon closer inspection, the yaksha's flesh had completely vanished, leaving behind only a ghastly white skeleton.
The blood plasma clinging to its bones seemed alive, constantly churning and surging. At times, it formed strange patterns; at others, it gathered into streams of blood that flowed down the yaksha's skeleton and dripped into the Blood Sea, splashing scarlet waves.
It opened its great mouth, jagged with interlocking fangs, and roared like an evil ghost from the depths of hell. Filled with endless resentment and killing intent, it charged at Qin He.
The spear in its hand glimmered with ultimate icy coldness, stirring up a bone-piercing gale that sent chills down the spine. Its spearhead radiated a dense aura of death, as if even the lightest touch would immediately scatter one's soul.
And this was only the first one.
Then came the second, the third... the tenth... the hundredth...
The more fiercely the Blood Sea boiled, the faster these yaksha creatures appeared.
They swarmed forward in ever-growing numbers, soon surging toward Qin He like an avalanche.
"Wretched creatures!"
Qin He narrowed his eyes and stomped his foot.
"Boom!"
A golden wave of air instantly burst forth like ripples on water, spreading in every direction like an indestructible golden