The blood shadow struggled violently, scarlet mist churning without cease—at times taking shape, at times scattering into a cloud of blood.
Its piercing shrieks were like the wails of countless vengeful ghosts, shaking the surrounding void until fine cracks appeared.
Yet no matter how it struggled, bound by Lin Fan's golden divine light, it had no possibility of breaking free.
His five fingers closed like heavenly pillars, each one covered in dense golden runes, like the oldest sealing formation between heaven and earth, firmly imprisoning the blood shadow.
The blood shadow desperately activated its origin, trying to burn its essence blood to break free. But the golden divine light seemed to be its natural nemesis; every touch was like being scorched by blazing fire, rapidly dissolving and breaking apart the eerie power deep within its Primordial Spirit.
At last, as though resigned to its fate, the blood shadow stopped struggling in vain and instead let out an increasingly shrill, grating laugh. That laughter carried endless venom and chilling malice, making everyone present shudder inwardly.
"Today... This Seat miscalculated."
The blood shadow's voice came from all directions, rising and falling like a curse drifting up from the depths of hell.
"But so what?" Its tone suddenly turned savage and terrifying as it continued, "Do you really think that suppressing This Seat can change anything? Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"
The blood shadow's form twisted and shifted within the golden divine light, its intermittently visible face full of mockery.
Grandma Blood River said viciously, "Let me tell you—not only this world, but the entire myriad heavens and worlds will soon sink completely into boundless darkness!"
"What you have seen, what you have suppressed, is merely the tip of the iceberg! The true darkness is tens of millions of times more terrifying than you could