"Gulp..."
Shi Jian swallowed hard. This Shi Clan clan leader, who had always feared neither heaven nor earth, now had a tremor in his voice that was impossible to hide.
"Wh-what the hell is that thing? I've lived for thousands of years, and I've never seen anything so vicious!"
No one answered him, because none of those present could put the terror of the blood blade before them into words.
At that moment, it felt to them as if all the killing intent in the world had been condensed onto that single blade. It did not need to fall; merely hanging there was enough to make everyone's soul wail and tremble.
"Lin Ming, it's over!"
Hun Tiandi threw his head back and laughed wildly, his feverish gaze fixed on the strange blood blade suspended in the sky. In those blood-red eyes burned an excitement and anticipation that bordered on madness.
In order to activate this Emperor-Slaying Great Array, he had not hesitated to exhaust the Hun Clan's ten-thousand-year foundation in a single stroke, using the dozen or so remaining Dou Saint experts as sacrifices. Even the Remnant Soul of that Dou Di ancestor had been turned into nourishment for the great array.
Such a heavy price, such a resolute sacrifice—all of it was for this moment!
"Buzz—!!!"
An extremely sharp blade cry suddenly erupted from the blood blade.
The sound was ear-piercing to the extreme, like ten thousand blades scraping against one another at the same time, and like hundreds of millions of vengeful ghosts shrieking in unison.
That sound pierced through space, through the soul, through the eardrums of every person present, stabbing straight into the deepest depths of their souls.
And beneath that blade cry, the sense of danger in Lin Ming's heart also intensified to the limit