"Heh heh, Lu Yang, we meet again." Blood Soul Demon Lord strolled through the air, approaching at an unhurried pace.
Between his brows, his pair of eerie blood-red eyes gleamed with a cold light.
"You're the first person since Ji Tianjun to make this venerable one feel the threat of death! After the battle at Gray Corpse Blessed Land, I remembered you!" Blood Soul Demon Lord smiled faintly, but his blood-red eyes were ice-cold, devoid of any mirth.
Terrifying pressure bore down from every direction, nearly sealing off all the space around Lu Yang.
Whatever means Blood Soul Demon Lord had used, Lu Yang could feel the blood in his body not only slowing to a crawl, but rapidly growing cold.
At that moment, his entire body felt stiff, as if he were about to turn into a corpse.
"The Blood Dao Principle."
Lu Yang inwardly groaned.
It was obvious that the Black Nail's power to block him off was gradually fading.
When the Venerable of Eternal Heaven taught Wanyan Liang how to use the Black Nail, it was only so he could work with Murong Luoli's pseudo-Eighth-Realm secret art to slay the Demon Lord.
The Black Nail could last only a little longer than the old woman of the Murong Family's secret art.
Now, the secret art had ended, Murong Luoli was dead, and the Pure Blood Demonic Lotuses scattered across the Blood Sea had all withered.
The Black Nail's ability to block the Power of Dao Principles had also grown weaker.
At that moment, a faint trace of the Power of Dao Principles was already spreading from Blood Soul Demon Lord.
That mere trace alone put immense pressure on Lu Yang.
Lu Yang knew this was the gap in their Martial Dao Realms, one that no ordinary force