"Blood Prison Escape Art? Mere clowns daring to show off!" Wen Tingdao flicked his finger, and a finger-shadow surged forward like a tide, silently piercing through the distant sky. A shrill scream rang out as a blood-shadow appeared in the void and then vanished into nothingness, with Daimu Peak being completely obliterated by Wen Tingdao with a single finger.
"Blood Toad Locks, Eight-Bell Dragon Lock, what vicious scheming!" As a Supreme Elder of the clan who had lived in seclusion for many years, Wen Tingdao possessed an even higher seniority than Wen Kaishan, and was the sole surviving pillar of the clan. If not faced with a massive crisis that the clan could not withstand, Wen Tingdao would practically never have come out of seclusion. This time, Wen Tingdao was originally deep in meditation when he simply felt a surge of unease. Suddenly sensing an abnormal movement, he immediately broke out of seclusion, only to find out upon emerging that a strand of hidden dragon qi was being locked down.
To Wen Tingdao's sharp eyesight, he saw blood-colored toads arrayed in an Eight-Palace Formation guarding the surroundings, with strands of blood-colored toad-shadows tangling and fighting with the dragon-shadow inside. Although the dragon-shadow transformed from the hidden dragon qi inside was lunging and charging wildly without falling behind, it showed no signs of breaking free in the short term.
Wen Tingdao let out a cold snort and slammed his palm toward the ground. A boundless roar surged straight into the earth, and at that moment, blood-light flashed simultaneously from within the eight bells underground, with a huge palm print rising up to meet the attack. With a series of rumbling explosions, the surrounding earth shook violently, patches of blood-light burst open, blue ripples undulated, and a salty, bloody sea wind whipped