Arriving at the Flowing Sand River

The Netherworld Sea of Blood, the filthiest place in the Three Realms, had now welcomed several uninvited guests.

Eight streaks of escape light wreathed in Demonic Qi made no attempt to hide themselves as they tore through the Netherworld World Barrier and charged straight for the center of the Sea of Blood.

"Minghe! Come out and die!"

Tieguai Li's voice was hoarse and wooden. The iron crutch in his hand was wrapped in pitch-black demonic flames, and when he smashed it down, it split open a thousand-zhang ravine in the Sea of Blood.

Han Zhongli waved his plantain fan, dense with Demonic Qi, stirring up a pitch-black demonic gale in an attempt to blow the Sea of Blood apart.

Lü Dongbin pointed his sword at the Sea of Blood, the Sword Light carrying an eerie black hue.

He Xiangu, Lan Caihe, Han Xiangzi, Cao Guojiu, and Zhang Guolao each unleashed their divine abilities. Their demonic might towered to the heavens, with not the slightest trace left of their former immortal bearing and Daoist grace.

The eight joined forces, Demonic Qi crisscrossing wildly, and actually churned the boundless Sea of Blood until heaven and earth seemed overturned. Countless Blood God Children were corroded and dispersed by the Demonic Qi before they could even draw near.

"What petty vermin dare come to the Sea of Blood and run wild?"

Minghe's voice came from the depths of the Sea of Blood, indifferent and tinged with a trace of impatience.

The Sea of Blood boiled with a thunderous roar. Endless blood waves surged into the sky, transforming into a colossal blood-colored palm that blotted out the heavens and covered the sun, slapping down toward the Eight Immortals' heads!

Blood light flowed within the palm, containing endless slaughter and the Dao of termination. It was