A net of thunder came crashing down from above, endless bolts of lightning like endless blades, its might fierce and overwhelming.
Qin Zhen had gone all out. Crimson light surged across his left palm, forming a thin film that fit over his hand like a red glove.
"Ethereal Demon Hand, Refine Man, Refine Heaven!"
Qin Zhen chanted in a low voice. The instant the net of thunder fell, his crimson demonic hand seized it in one grasp.
Streams of murky crimson demonic light flowed from Qin Zhen's hand like viscous blood, steadily wrapping around the entire net.
With a series of sizzling sounds, the net's radiance dimmed bit by bit.
In the end, Qin Zhen ripped the entire net down in one pull, and it shattered and dissipated.
However, he hadn't escaped unscathed.
Qin Zhen's left arm was trembling slightly.
Trickles of demonic blood ran between his fingers and dripped onto the altar.
Having absorbed the demonic blood, the altar seemed to come alive. Wisps of demonic energy burst through the suppression of the Mysterious Water Spiritual Light and rose into the air.
Looking at Qin Zhen's left hand, one could now see a dense web of marks across his palm.
His flesh was still bubbling with wisps of smoke, giving off a thick, scorched stench.
Under Lu Yang's relentless attacks, Qin Zhen, the demon king who had dominated Northern Savage Province for centuries, had finally been wounded.
The demonic energy that had unexpectedly been roused by the demonic blood on the altar did not make Qin Zhen happy. Instead, a profound fear flickered in his eyes.
The Heavenly Demon Altar required the sacrifice of living beings to activate.
And Blood Sacrifice was the most domineering method of all.
Using one's own blood to rouse the altar was, in a