The stronger the blood, the more important it was to his cultivation. Now that heaven and earth were at war and blood flowed like rivers, it was hell to everyone else—but to him, it was practically paradise. He even hoped for more blood.
At the beginning of the great war between the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Races, the Phoenix and Qilin Races had joined forces against the Dragon Race. But as the battle dragged on, the cultivators were affected by the baleful aura of tribulation and could no longer tell friend from foe. As long as they saw a cultivator, they killed without question.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
They killed until the heavens ran red, until the earth ran red, until all of Hong Huang ran red!
The sounds of battle were deafening. Weapons clashed, Dao arts wreaked destruction, cultivators self-destructed, and enemies bombarded one another madly. Countless living beings between heaven and earth were annihilated.
The closer the battle came to its end, the more terrifying it became. Even Ancestral Dragon, the Qilin King, Phoenix Ancestor, and the others had their eyes reddened by the baleful aura of tribulation. They could no longer distinguish enemies from allies. The three attacked each other indiscriminately. Whoever they encountered, they killed.
"Kill! Dragon Patrols the World!"
Ancestral Dragon strode upon heaven and earth. Every step shook the world, shattered the firmament, and carried him toward Ancestral Qilin and Ancestral Phoenix. With every step, his aura doubled. He swung his domineering fist and struck at the two of them.
"Fight! Qilin Suppresses the World!"
Ancestral Qilin's eyes were bloodshot as he transformed into his true form and roared toward the sky. His four feet stepped upon heaven, his aura surged, and he spewed killing intent as he charged at the other two.
**"Die! Phoenix