The Sky Was Bleeding

"Hehehehe... cough, cough..."

Looking at the figure seated atop the altar, wrapped in Blood Light, Xing Mo, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Chasm Sect, began to laugh softly. The laughter tugged at his injuries, and he could not help coughing.

A narrow escape from certain death—this truly was a narrow escape from certain death.

So their Sect Master had truly taken that step. No wonder he had never regarded the incoming enemies as a threat.

Flicking Monk Guangjing away with a single finger—such strength had already surpassed the limits of the Dragon Ascent World. With such a foundation, what was there to fear from some Allied Army of cultivators?

"So everything was within the Sect Master's calculations!"

Xing Mo admired him from the bottom of his heart.

Clearly, the mortals captured from Xue Province earlier, as well as the Heavenly Chasm Sect traitors killed afterward, had not been enough. The blood they had gathered was insufficient to activate that inexplicable Grand Array.

But the Allied Army's massive assault had filled this battlefield with slaughter. Endless blood flowed at last, giving Heavenly Saint the means to activate the Grand Array.

On Heavenly Saint at this moment, he saw the imposing might said to belong only to True Lake Realm cultivators.

Only one thought churned in his heart.

To hear the Dao in the morning, one could die in the evening without regret!

Although Cheng Henfeng beside him was equally excited, he was nowhere near as fanatical as Xing Mo. He vaguely sensed that something was amiss and asked in a low voice, "What did the Sect Master mean just now by 'my lord'...?"

He could not ignore that form of address. Heavenly Saint was already one of the strongest cultivators in the Dragon Ascent World. Even Fahua and Liu Tianyi,