The Blood Demon seemed to be waiting for something. Unfortunately, even at the very end, Qiu Yuan had not used the divine ability he wanted to see, instead constantly using these little tricks to disgust him. That exhausted the last shred of his patience.
"This boring farce ends here."
The Blood Demon raised his hand.
The Blood Sea churned and slapped over fiercely.
Crack
Cracks appeared across the surfaces of all twelve pillars of light, and the formation flags buried deep underground were damaged as well.
Boom!
Another explosive blast rang out, and the formation shattered completely.
Old Daoist Huang He, who had been controlling the formation, swayed violently. The features on his face visibly vanished. The formation's backlash immediately rendered Old Daoist Huang He's puppet body useless, and he himself fell from the air, plunging headfirst into the Blood Sea.
"Flame Hell."
"Nine Swords of Supreme Punishment."
The Golden Lion and Ke Zhenbei swiftly charged in. Myriad Manifestation Old Ancestor and several other high-grade puppets lying in ambush also emerged, each one fearlessly rushing at the Blood Demon. The baleful souls outside poured in as well, self-detonating around the Blood Demon in attack.
"Blood Sea Raging."
The Blood Demon pressed one hand into the Blood Sea, his palm merging with the bloody water. Then he violently hauled upward.
The Blood Sea surged upward like a tsunami, and every attack flying toward him was rolled in by the giant crimson wave. This wave was not merely water—it was also the Blood Demon's divine ability. Under the Blood Sea's erosion, the Golden Lion plunged headfirst into it, the flamefire on his body rapidly extinguishing. Ke Zhenbei only struggled for two more breaths. Myriad Manifestation Old Ancestor and the other puppets fared no better; none escaped.
The suppression of their realms filled