"Boom!"
"Bang!"
The next moment, the defensive formation shattered with a thunderous crash, and the people in the camp were flung to the ground by the backlash of primordial energy.
Quite a few whose bodies were weak directly vomited blood and collapsed.
Yet the blood did not fall to the ground. Instead, it floated in the air, drawn by the Blood Pool and turning into threads that flew toward the pool in the sky.
"Hmph, even ants dare resist my holy clan? Laughable!"
Seeing this, the old crone smiled in satisfaction. "This Blood Pool is an imitation of our clan's Spirit Treasure, the Black Demon Mirror. Though it is merely an imitation, it surpasses ordinary Spirit Treasures by several times over. You are mantises trying to stop a chariot. Today, I'll let you die knowing why."
As soon as she finished speaking, her hands formed seals, and she struck a mark into the Blood Pool like lightning.
The Blood Pool immediately rang out with a metallic hum. Red radiance fell like moonlit gauze, instantly shrouding the entire camp.
Everyone felt the blood within their bodies slip beyond their control, seeping out through the pores of their skin, turning into threads, and flying toward the Blood Pool.
No matter how they suppressed it, they could not stop it.
"Run! If we don't run now, we'll be sucked dry!" a Wheel Sea Realm cultivator shouted, transforming into a streak of white light and shooting into the distance.
With someone taking the lead, several people immediately came to their senses and scattered in flight.
"Under the Black Demon Mirror, there are only dead souls. You want to run? Hmph! Die!" Seeing this, the old crone formed a spell with her fingers and flicked several times toward those fleeing.
In an instant, several streaks