Old Ancestor Blood River's upper body remained intact, while his lower half had turned into a pool of viscous blood floating on the water.
As the flood surged, his whole body continued to bob up and down slightly.
Though his appearance was intimidating, anyone could see the confusion in his eyes.
He knew all too well that, at this point, making peace was impossible.
But he truly had no idea what he could do to actually finish off Lu Bai.
Lu Bai said nothing, watching Old Ancestor Blood River warily. Only now and then did he spare some attention to check the progress of the data extraction.
And so, ten minutes passed in silence.
Old Ancestor Blood River let out a long breath, finally managing to steady his emotions.
He had come from a demonic sect and risen to become its founding ancestor. He had weathered countless storms along the way.
No matter how dire the situation, he would never lose the courage to risk everything.
Since he knew there could be no peaceful resolution, the worst that could happen was death.
Old Ancestor Blood River pressed his palms together. "Heavenly Venerate Lu, it seems you've won in the end. But don't underestimate us cultivators."
His voice rose as he spoke, until his final words were nearly a roar.
Before his voice had even faded, countless blood beads, each no bigger than a fingernail, appeared in front of him.
This time, however, he didn't use the beads to launch another ranged attack. Instead, he extended his right hand.
The blood beads swiftly converged, as if guided by intelligence, and formed a greatsword made entirely of blood.
He gripped the bloodied greatsword. The Blood Pool beneath him erupted like a launching tube, hurling him toward Lu Bai.
As he flew, Old