The blurry figure of the old Daoist trembled violently.
The Dao marks were shattering.
After the final deafening blast, the blurry figure that had sat cross-legged for countless millennia vanished completely.
Erased by the passage of time.
Thud.
A dull sound came from the bottom of the well.
The Ancient Well shook violently. Formation Patterns on its walls shattered one after another, turning into streams of light and dissipating. Within the pile of corpses, strands of blood condensed into scarlet tentacles that flew endlessly toward the mouth of the well, where they were devoured and absorbed.
An aura spread out from the well.
The expressions of all the Holy Spirits changed drastically.
The suffocating pressure overwhelmed everything. Their heartbeats spiraled out of control, no longer beating to their own rhythm, but pulled along by that aura, growing faster and fiercer. It was as if someone had reached into their chests and gripped their hearts.
Puff!
A Holy Spirit vomited blood and collapsed to the ground.
Puff...
One after another, the Holy Spirits spat blood, their faces deathly pale.
Their bodies cracked, and their bones shattered.
The mouth of the Ancient Well collapsed completely. The seal had been broken open!
A sinister wind howled.
A torrential rain of blood poured down.
The scenery between heaven and earth changed in an instant.
At first, yellow whirlwinds rose up, sweeping sand and shattered stones through the air as they howled across the land.
Then the whirlwinds turned black.
Heavy rain fell from the sky, every drop carrying a strong stench of blood. It hissed when it struck the ground.
"Aah!!!"
At the outskirts of Great Moon Slope, a cultivator who failed to escape in time screamed and fell. The blood rain pierced through his protective divine light and flesh, corroding his entire body