These last words were written in twisted, blurry handwriting. Just looking at those crooked, distorted strokes made one inexplicably picture dying people forcibly carving words into the ground with bloodied fingernails. It was as if the writer had been enduring unimaginable pain; at a single glance, one could almost hear shrill wails by their ears, resentment rushing at them like a gale.
"What exactly did they go through before they died—"
Bai Zhou's expression turned solemn. He carefully focused his attention and found that these last words scattered everywhere were all badly fragmented, just like their sources—the incomplete limbs strewn across the ground.
But now was truly not the time to study them.
Because the imposing blood arrow was closing in on the Demon!
Whether the battle could turn around rested on that arrow, which seemed to have flown in from beyond the heavens.
It was as swift as a shooting star.
The reason "closing in" was used was because, as the blood arrow drew nearer to the School Demon, its speed—originally faster than sound—visibly slowed.
Though the chunks of flesh trembled, the Flesh Building still crazily extended dozens of tentacles to block the blood arrow's path.
Although the blood arrow could pierce layer upon layer of severed limbs that had somehow become covered in scales, its speed was ultimately hindered. Piercing through this rotten flesh required time.
The trembling Meat Mountains were like an army rushing to defend its king. With no path of retreat, they staked everything on one desperate gamble, only to be mercilessly destroyed by the blood arrow.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The sound of the arrow tearing through the Meat Mountains rang without end.
These filthy things would make ordinary Transcendents dizzy with just one glance, their Spiritual Activity affected—but before the blood arrow, they were