Situ Yin

Black Demon Abyss.

The deepest, most concentrated part of the Blood Sea.

What roamed here were no longer Blood Droplets resembling mere streaks of blood, but Asura Demonic Beasts of flesh and blood, with wings on their backs and savage faces—Blood Demon Children!

A hundred thousand Blood Droplets possessed cultivation comparable to ordinary Qi Refinement and even Foundation Establishment cultivators. Their peculiar nature simply made them difficult to deal with.

Blood Demon Children, however, could generally battle Core Formation cultivators, while the outstanding among them could even rival Nascent Soul cultivators!

Within this boundless Blood Sea, even if they were wounded, they could rapidly recover, as though every one of them had mastered the divine ability of an indestructible body!

Even Nascent Soul old monsters faced the peril of perishing if surrounded by several dozen Blood Demon Children!

Ren Baimei watched scene after scene unfold, his white brows drawing together tightly.

Fortunately, the spiritual treasure Formless Sword was indeed peerless beneath heaven. Even Nascent Soul-level divine sense could not possibly detect it.

As they continued deeper, the expressions of the four great cultivators grew ever more solemn.

At last...

They arrived at what had once been the very heart of the Black Demon Abyss. They saw the Black Demon Sect's mountain gate submerged beneath the Blood Sea, as well as a single crimson mountain peak jutting abruptly from its surface!

At the summit of the mountain, atop a high platform, sat a handsome young Daoist in a blood-red robe, with red lips and white teeth.

He wore a blood-jade crown. A bloody gleam flashed through his phoenix eyes as he looked toward Ren Baimei's position. "One Spirit Transformation, three Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivators... is this all the cultivators sent?"

"Situ Yin..."

Dongfang Jie revealed himself and said regretfully, "After