Mo Sanfeng was wreathed in surging, swirling blood mist, as though it had come to a boil.
On his chest, the dark-red talisman burned scarlet. The patterns on it seemed to come alive, twisting and writhing across his skin like vicious venomous snakes.
Then those "venomous snakes" extended out from his skin, turning into iron chains that reached toward a patch of void above his head.
With a pained roar, he sprayed his last mouthful of vital blood onto the talisman, and the entire frozen lake was instantly dyed an eerie purplish red.
"Mother of gods, that's Blood Fiend Soul Possession!"
Even Da Yajin's voice had gone shrill. Swallowing hard, he said, "This wicked art requires the flesh and blood of one's closest kin as the catalyst, then one's own vital blood as the medium, before it can summon an evil creature from the Demon Abyss! He really dared to do it!"
"Isn't this because you conned him too badly?" Qin He shot him a glance, thinking, This sinister bastard really was a master at screwing people over.
"Haha, well... just so-so, third best under heaven." Da Yajin showed not the slightest embarrassment. Instead, he seemed rather proud of it.
Qin He shook his head and looked at the blood-red chains emerging around Mo Sanfeng. From the void at their ends came faint, eerie wails.
"What is he summoning?" Qin He asked.
"No idea. It feels wicked—more than ordinarily wicked. The Demon Abyss has everything in it. Who knows what he's summoning?" Da Yajin shook his head.
"Awooo!"
As they spoke, the Ice Flood Dragon suddenly let out a roar of pain without any warning.
Its originally crystalline scales began to give off black vapor, while black bloody tears flowed from its scarlet eyes. Its massive body started convulsing violently