Thick, viscous blood had pooled into a deep layer across the ground, the bloody water submerging their ankles. Corpses lay strewn every which way in the gore, their wide-open eyes filled with blank bewilderment, their deathly pale faces frozen in terror and despair.
Beneath the twelve Ancient Clan progenitors, several hundred second-generation clansmen and tens of thousands of absolute elites from the third and fourth generations had died here. The immense vital essence in their blood had been devoured by Hell; their powerful souls divided among Heaven Mountain, Dragon Cliff, and other factions. They had become the finest raw materials, destined to provide Lin Qi with an elite and massive army.
Lin Aofeng stood numbly amid the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his vacant gaze fixed on the great swarm of Demonic Beasts closing in around him. Several Ancient Clan descendants missing arms and legs still stood beside him. Quite a few of them held status in their respective clans equal to his own in the Tiger Clan, all of them the most valued offspring of their clans' progenitors.
Yet today, Lin Qi, also a member of the twelve Ancient Clans, had brought a vast army of Demonic Beasts and raised the Butcher Knife against them. Powerful, exalted in seniority, and noble in status, they had been slaughtered like pigs and dogs by the Demonic Beasts under Lin Qi's command.
A gigantic Hell Demonic Beast commander, shaped like the caterpillar of a cabbage butterfly but entirely a splendid dark gold and faintly translucent, gently wriggled its body. Dozens of fine, glittering black threads sprayed from its mouth. Soaking in the bloody water, those writhing threads ceaselessly devoured the life essence within the blood.
Humming in satisfaction, the Demonic Beast commander's body suddenly burst with a thread of magnificent