The deeper you go, the thicker the Blood Mist around you becomes, and eventually it even turns into plasma-like droplets, slowly falling from the sky.
The Fungal Carpet under my feet has become thicker and thicker, and I can even feel a slight beating like a heart coming from underneath.
Finally, at a location that was originally the central square of Anmin Ward, Lu Chen stopped.
The scene in front of him made even his calm mind feel a little rippled.
In the center of the square, there stood a three-foot-tall Jingguan Flesh Altar made of thousands of shriveled corpses and sticky flesh!
At the top of the altar, a huge heart the size of a water tank, covered with countless blood vessels and a twisted human face, was beating slowly.
"Dong... dong... dong..."
Every pulse was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's hearts hard, causing their Qi and Blood to surge.
The endless blood evil energy is continuously emitted from this heart, turning into Blood Mist that covers the entire Anmin Ward!
Under the altar, three Blood Demon Cult monsters wearing blood-colored robes and bronze evil Ghost Face masks on their faces were sitting cross-legged, muttering something, as if they were presiding over some kind of evil ritual.
In front of them, there were still kneeling a dozen Demon Suppression Division scouts who had already been sucked dry by Essence Blood, but still maintained their kneeling posture!
It's the missing team from before!
"Blood Demon Cult's Blood Sacrifice Array!" Chen Ying exclaimed, his face turning pale instantly, "They are crazy! They want to turn the entire Nanling Prefecture into their Blood Food!"
"It seems we came at the right time."
Lu Chen's voice was terrifyingly calm.
His gaze passed over the three Blood Demon Cult disciples and was firmly fixed on the pulsating giant heart at the top of the altar.
That is the source of this Blood Mist!
"Kill!"
Without any nonsense, Lu Chen's figure once again turned into a demonic shadow, and he headed towards the Flesh Altar, killing it brazenly!
"The ants who don't know whether to live or die!"
Under the altar, the Blood Demon Cult disciple in the middle stood up slowly. He let out a hoarse sneer and suddenly pulled off the bronze mask on his face.
Under the mask, there is a ferocious face covered with strange bloody runes that no longer looks like a human face!
"Let you be the last sacrifice before our Lord comes!"
He slammed his hands on the ground!
Boom!
The whole Flesh Altar trembled violently, and the beating of that huge heart suddenly accelerated!
Countless bloody tentacles made of sticky blood and flesh, like awakened giant pythons, shot out from all directions of the altar, intertwined into a dragnet, and hooded the seven Lu Chen people!
"Little tricks!"
A cold light flashed in Lu Chen's eyes, and Hundred Refinements Saber in his hand drew a mysterious trajectory in the air.
<Demon Suppressing Saber Technique>--Unity in the state of perfection!
There is no earth-shattering momentum, nor is there any brilliant sword light.
He simply swung the knife.
However, in the space that the blade passed through, all the blood-colored tentacles that came towards him were stagnant, and then they seemed to be cut by an invisible sharp blade, quietly and uniformly, and broke apart!
The [Sha Breaking] power that specifically targets the origin of the demon Sha Qi is the nemesis of all evil spirits!
"What?!" The ferocious smile on the Blood Demon Cult disciple's face instantly froze, and for the first time, his eyes showed unbelievable horror.
However, Lu Chen's attack is far from over!
"Wind Thunder!"
I don't know when there was a talisman in his left hand with two colors of green and red rays of light complementing each other!
It was the one that he spent more than four hundred years of his life to understand - [Wind Thunder Spell-Breaking Talisman]!
He poured the only remaining Mystic Tortoise Internal Energy in his body into it without any reservation!
Buzz--!
The entire talisman shone brightly, and a terrifying aura that could penetrate gold and stone and tear the sky apart exploded!
"Go!"
Lu Chen flicked his finger, and the talisman turned into a stream of green and red intertwined light. It did not shoot at the Blood Demon Cult disciple, but bypassed him at an extremely tricky angle and shot at the base of Flesh Altar behind him with incomparable accuracy!
To capture the thief, capture the king first; to destroy the formation, destroy the base first!
"No!" The Blood Demon Cult disciple's face changed drastically, and he finally realized Lu Chen's true intention. He wanted to return to defense, but it was already too late!
Boom--!!!
An unprecedented loud noise!
The entire Flesh Altar exploded from its base as if it was hit by a thunderbolt from the front!
The violent power of Wind Thunder turned into a shock wave visible to the naked eye, sweeping in all directions!
Countless pieces of flesh and bones were blasted into the sky, and then fell like heavy rain!
The huge heart at the top of the altar was also blown to pieces in this horrific explosion, turning into a stinking rain of blood!
Blood Mist, which shrouded the entire Anmin Ward, at the moment when its core was destroyed, like a tide that had lost its source, began to rapidly become thinner and dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye!
"Poof!"
The three Blood Demon Cult disciples who presided over the formation all spat out a mouthful of black blood, their auras instantly dispirited to the extreme, their eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness.
"You... who are you?!" The leader stared at Lu Chen and asked in a hissing voice.
Lu Chen didn't answer him.
Because at the same moment when the altar was destroyed, a sword light that was more sinister and deadly than the Blood Demon Cult disciples lit up from behind him without any warning!
It's Chen Ying!
He seized the perfect opportunity when Lu Chen's old strength had just left and new strength had not yet emerged. He poured all his inner strength and resentment into this sword, stabbing Lu Chen straight into the back of the heart!
"Lu Chen! Go to hell! All your achievements will be mine!"
Chen Ying had a ferocious and twisted laugh on his face.
He seemed to have seen the scene where Lu Chen was stabbed through the heart by his sword and refused to rest in peace.
However, the blood splattering he expected did not appear.
Ding--!
A sound that was extremely crisp and clear, like the sound of a golden needle pricking a rock!
His fatal sword, which could penetrate iron armor, was blocked by a layer of black Gang Qi as thin as cicada wings but indestructible less than half an inch from Lu Chen's back heart!
Dacheng's <Ten Thousand Year Black Tortoise Art>, Immovable as a Mountain!
"What?!"
The ferocious smile on Chen Ying's face instantly froze, replaced by endless horror and disbelief.
The all-out blow that he was so proud of could not even move the opponent's Protective Qi in the slightest?!
This... how is this possible!
"Crack!"
A crisp sound of bone cracking!
The majestic force of the counter-shock roared back along the blade of his sword!
Chen Ying only felt an irresistible force coming towards the tiger's mouth and it instantly burst. The entire right arm's bones groaned under the force. The long sword in his hand could no longer be held, and it flew out with a "clang" sound!
And his whole body felt as if he had been hit in the front by a siege hammer, spurting out a large mouthful of blood. He flew backwards in embarrassment and fell heavily into the burning Flesh Altar ruins seven or eight feet away!
"You..."
Chen Ying struggled to get up from the broken flesh and withered bones, his right arm hanging softly, obviously useless.
He looked at the uninjured figure who slowly turned around in disbelief, and his falcon-like eyes were finally replaced by endless fear.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."