"Old Blood Soul Demon, get out here!"
Murong Luoli stood in midair, Dragon Head Cane in hand.
The cane's tip tapped repeatedly, and endless fire dragons, Fire Phoenixes, firebirds, and fire beasts roared down from the sky and surged up from the ground, crashing against the sturdy barrier of the Blood Demon Hall and unleashing one thunderous boom after another.
The Blood Demon Hall was no ordinary treasure. It was a Top-grade Saint Weapon forged by the Blood Soul Demon Lord ten thousand years ago, with exceptionally formidable defenses.
Even without the Blood Sea's power bolstering it, it had still managed to withstand several waves of Murong Luoli's attacks.
But for that very reason, after several waves of attacks, the light on the walls of the majestic Blood Demon Hall gradually dimmed.
The Blood Soul Demon Lord, however, paid no heed and remained holed up inside, refusing to fight.
As the demon among demons, the Blood Soul Demon Lord was the most wicked creature under heaven. He simply didn't care about the dignity of a powerful warrior.
No matter how Murong Luoli cursed or threatened him from outside, he stayed holed up in the Blood Demon Hall, refusing to come out.
Even though Murong Luoli had now reached a Pseudo-Eighth-Realm cultivation level, she couldn't break through the Blood Demon Hall in a short time, and she couldn't help feeling frustrated.
The Blood Soul Demon Lord was cunning and crafty. He had clearly made up his mind: as long as the Blood Demon Hall remained intact, he would never make a move.
At the same time, inside the Blood Demon Hall, blood clouds swirled above the Blood Soul Demon Lord's head.
His hands constantly shifted through hand seals, and streams of dense Law of Blood power flowed from his fingertips, sinking