The Oriole

"It's the Dark Blood Killing Array—we've walked into an ambush!" Ruan Shizhi's expression turned extremely grim. Azure wind-attributed spiritual energy surged violently around him as his gaze swept rapidly across the area, trying to find a flaw in the formation and escape. But he realized it was already too late.

"They're planning to use all the cultivators here as blood sacrifices!" Shui Mochan's face was so dark it seemed water could be wrung from it. Looking back, nearly all of the hundred Song Family cultivators had already been slaughtered. Their blood flowed across the ground, swiftly absorbed by dark-red bloodlines and incorporated into the formation.

"Too late!" Qin Lang withdrew his hand and stood still, staring at the terrifying blood-colored formation descending overhead. Purple lightning snakes flickered faintly between his brows.

The Dark Blood Killing Array required cultivators' blood to activate. Its power was closely related to the amount of blood it absorbed and the cultivation of those whose blood it was. Nearly a hundred Golden Core cultivators had been killed here. Activating the Dark Blood Killing Array with their blood would absolutely be enough to kill any cultivator below the Nascent Soul stage. Even early Nascent Soul cultivators could not claim they would escape unharmed.

"Hmph! Who would have thought that the ones caught like turtles in a jar would be the people from the [Akatsuki] organization? We've been lucky this time. Our Song Family hunted you for so long without getting any results, yet in the end, you ran straight into our ambush yourselves. You really are idiots!"

Outside the blood-colored formation, over a hundred more people were maintaining it. One young man looked disdainfully at Lin Chuan and the others trapped within the formation, a cruel smile curling across his lips.

"How can you call them stupid?