"What—was that?"
Seeing the scene before him, Zhang Jie felt his scalp go numb.
In his senses, this so-called "sea of blood" was not some collection of energy.
Rather, it was composed of countless individual lives—
Every blood shadow was screaming, wailing, sending out soundless cries through the purest fluctuations of life.
The storm formed by this mental noise nearly tore his brain apart in an instant.
"Youquan can devour a person's life force and primordial spirit, turning them into a river of blood—"
"Given the current situation, he has likely relinquished control over the blood river and, with some forbidden technique, completely unleashed it."
Zhang Qi swept his gaze over the blood river below and instantly saw through its true nature.
"In other words, he gave up his immortality and chose to use this method to stop us?"
Chu Xuan understood upon hearing that and answered.
If that deduction was correct, it could only mean one thing.
Blood Demon Youquan, the fiend who had plagued the world of Mount Shu for a thousand years, was prepared to bleed out his very last drop here.
He had shoved every chip he possessed onto the gambling table, including the immortal body that had been the foundation of his existence.
The instant Chu Xuan's words fell, countless sharp shrieks that tore through the air rang throughout the entire Blood Cave.
It was not one cry, but tens of thousands.
Countless solidified sword lights shot out from the depths of the sea of blood at several times the speed of sound. They carved straight vacuum tunnels through the viscous blood, their blades aimed directly at the people hovering in midair.
Yet those flying swords, which could easily cleave mountains apart, struck an invisible wall several meters away from the group—
A barrier composed