With the lesson of the three Emperor Bones before them, these Forbidden Zone beings seemed bound by some invisible rule. They were unwilling to truly become his enemies, but if pushed too far, they could still strike at him.
Wang Xian turned around, swiftly rose into the air, and moved away from the Blood Ink Sea, a place filled with mystery and danger.
As Wang Xian and the others ascended, the pressure of the Blood Ink Sea gradually faded. Once they returned to the level where the Crimson Canyon Forbidden Zone was located, Su Qingyan's tense shoulders suddenly relaxed, and the broken Jade Flute nearly slipped from between her fingers.
She lowered her head to look at the dark-red blood threads congealed on the flute's body. Beneath the faint light of the Heavenly Domain, the crystals reflected an eerie gleam, like frozen blood recounting the peril they had just escaped.
Suddenly, she realized that at the edge of the Blood Ink Sea, she had actually endured several breaths beneath the pressure of a Heavenly Emperor level being—a miracle that would have been unimaginable in the past.
With a crack, half a piece of Lord Yan Yang's fire armor shattered and fell away. Fine ice crystals emerged over the exposed, charred skin, giving off faint chills in the air.
Yet he paid it no mind. He merely stared at Wang Xian, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily. "Those two portions of Immortal Emperor Origin from mid-stage Ten-Revolutions Immortal Emperor experts... we got them that easily?"
His voice was full of disbelief, as though he were still immersed in the shock of what had just happened.
Little Fat Taoist suddenly plopped down onto the blood-red ground, startling a swarm of crimson flying insects.
Their wings produced sharp buzzing sounds as they beat, as