The blood-red vortex seemed poised to swallow the entire stretch of sea. The palm imprint Lu Xiaotian had sent crashing down looked as if it could cover everything, yet beside that blood-red vortex, it was clearly tiny.
At that moment, a vast section of the sea collapsed downward, surging madly into the blood-red vortex.
Even the enormous handprint Lu Xiaotian had just conjured was trapped inside the blood-red vortex. A violent aura within it swept toward Lu Xiaotian, drawing him in.
Anyone whose will was even slightly weak would surely be affected by that violent aura. Seeing the enormous palm imprint Lu Xiaotian had sent crashing down swallowed up by the vortex, Madblood Evil Eel felt a little relieved. From what he could see, while Lu Xiaotian was dealing with General Zhi, the Eight Trigrams Firestone Seal did not seem as powerful as he had imagined.
Madblood Evil Eel immediately swept out a sleeve, scattering thirteen teardrop-shaped beads of blood toward Lu Xiaotian.
The red-and-green long spear was still entangled with the five golden spheres spat out by General Zhi, and could not free itself for the moment. Madblood Evil Eel clearly had no intention of giving Lu Xiaotian a chance to catch his breath; he unleashed one killing move after another. The thirteen beads of blood flew out, and in an instant, the surrounding world turned a brilliant blood-red.
Within that expanse of red, blood-colored flames seemed to leap and dance. Around the areas where the flames burned, the blood inside the bodies of the demon creatures caught in them and unable to flee in time began pounding wildly. The sea demons cried out in pain, their bodies swelling again and again. Pfft, pfft. The blood of some who were closest, or farther away but weak in cultivation, burst