Thirty-six Sword Auras crashed into the black shield, producing a dense chorus of slicing sounds.
In the next instant, seventy-two more Sword Auras appeared in the void, followed by another hundred and forty-four swords, striking the shield one after another.
The old man suddenly spun around and roared, "Got you!"
Countless shadows converged on him, poised to burst out of his body at any moment—
But the old man suddenly froze.
Standing opposite him was not Gu Qingshan, but a skeleton.
The skeleton grinned, as if silently mocking him.
"Get lost!" the old man roared.
The old man was just about to attack when a phantom sword suddenly emerged from the void and pierced straight through his head.
—Extremely Ancient Sword Technique, No Cause!
The old man stood frozen in place.
The skeleton spun the twin swords in its hands into a blur, slashing the old man again and again.
Descent of Realm Spirit activated once more!
A phantom image of the Blood Sea appeared in the sky again.
Clumps of blood mist drifted down, swirling endlessly around the old man.
The blood mist sometimes took the shape of ferocious beasts, sometimes beautiful women, sometimes skeletons, and sometimes demons he had never seen before.
The old man stood among them. Though none of them attacked him, he let out an utterly agonized scream.
A short while later.
The old man's soul emerged from his body, surrounded by the blood mist as it flew toward the Blood Sea in the sky.
The orange cat still crouched in the corner, watching the scene with a calm expression.
These ever-shifting clouds of blood mist could now attack enemies on the level of their souls.
—They were countless times stronger than the Blood-colored Giant he had summoned at the beginning!
By now, Gu Qingshan