After these demons had made careful preparations, they would surely find a way to enter this blood-soaked battlefield.
There were far too many corpses inside. He had to deal with some of them first.
Lu Xiaotian reached out and beckoned, and hundreds of thousands of weapons flew into his palm.
Under the surge of cyan-gold flames, these weapons melted directly into liquid that blended together, finally forming a giant tripod a hundred zhang in diameter and a dozen or so zhang high. The array patterns flashing across the giant tripod faintly formed a huge vortex.
Lu Xiaotian held out his hand, palm up, and the colossal cauldron flew toward the blood-red battlefield on a cushion of blue-gold flames.
Under the immense suction, countless corpses seemed to be drawn by some calling and flew toward the cauldron. Nirvanic Dragon Flame refined them directly, fusing them into corpse-fluid.
This would prevent the enormous mass of corpses from rising as undead later and developing into an uncontrollable army of corpse creatures beside the Dragon Domain.
Lu Xiaotian could allow a certain number of corpse demons and corpse fiends to arise here, but their numbers had to be kept within bounds.
If the tens of millions of various corpse-path demons grew too powerful, they might even threaten the entire Dragon Domain.
The main reason was that the immortal army and Dragon Domain warriors who had died in this battle were of exceptionally high quality.
Although the corpses of the Dragon Domain warriors—dragons, members of the Birch Flame Clan, and others—had already begun to be gathered and would later receive proper burials, the blood they had shed, their scattered remains, and the remnant souls that had lost their reason amid this baleful blood aura all had to be dealt with.
At that moment, the few