Above the ruins of Blood God Mountain, the smoke and dust gradually dispersed.
The blood-colored great hall that had stood for hundreds of years had been reduced to rubble, and the once-majestic mountain peak was now nothing but broken walls and shattered remains.
Fragments of blood-red spiritual power drifted down like snowflakes, dyeing the entire ruins a dark crimson. The air was thick with the heavy stench of blood.
At the very center of the ruins, Xue Wuya lay collapsed in a deep pit, covered in blood from head to toe, his aura as faint as a candle in the wind.
His Ancient Blood God Dharma Body had been completely destroyed. That Supreme Dharma Body he had cultivated for hundreds of years had turned into a rain of blood-colored light that scattered across the sky and vanished between heaven and earth.
He and his Dharma Body were linked in mind and spirit. With the Dharma Body destroyed, he had also suffered a devastating blow.
At this moment, not only was Xue Wuya's spiritual power nearly exhausted, he had also sacrificed his blood essence. Without several years, there was no way he could recover.
However, Lin Langtian had no intention of giving him that time.
The golden radiance gradually withdrew, and the several-hundred-zhang Undying Golden Body slowly dissipated. The Eight Demon Puppets also turned into streaks of light and sank into Lin Langtian's body.
Lin Langtian slowly landed back on the ground, standing with his hands behind his back as he looked down at Xue Wuya in the deep pit.
His face was slightly pale, and his aura was somewhat unsteady. Continuously activating the Undying Demon Finger and the Eight Demon Puppets had taken an enormous toll on him as well.
But his eyes remained as calm as ever, without the