Blood Demon Sect.
Demon Vein Desolate Land.
The blood-colored mist churned violently, yet it had lost its former might.
Because a sky-shrouding ghostly shadow stood there, dispersing the billowing mist around it.
The ghostly shadow was pitch-black from head to toe, covered in densely packed, ghastly white ghost hands. It radiated a strange, chilling, terrifying aura, like an indescribable horror that looked down upon the entire Demon Vein Desolate Land.
Around the sky-shrouding ghostly shadow, countless Ghostly Creatures swooped through the air, devouring the struggling Demon Cultivators around them.
Deep within the Blood Mist, a figure as scarlet as blood stared fixedly at the sky-shrouding ghostly shadow ahead. A fleeting trace of dread glimmered in its icy eyes.
Just moments ago, King Yan, the strongest existence in the Demon Vein Desolate Land, had already fought the other party.
Yet it had still lost.
Of course, Ghost Hag on the other side had also been injured.
King Yan dared not continue attacking. The other party's target was not itself, so why fight with everything it had?
The scarlet figure quickly vanished into the Blood Mist. As the mist contracted, it retreated deeper into the demon veins.
But at that moment, a white-haired, white-bearded old man was seized by the neck by a ghastly white ghost hand.
The fiendish aura permeating his entire body marked him as none other than Master Ruan, who had transformed into a demon cultivator.
The old man was surrounded by demonic killing intent from head to toe. He was none other than Master Ruan, who had already transformed into a Demon Cultivator.
A few days ago, he had still been worried that Lin Fan would reveal his unique talisman techniques, and had been pondering how to lure him into the Demon Vein Desolate Land—or perhaps kill him