In the vast Bright Dragon Mountain Range, somewhere within the darkness, a pair of long, terrifying eyes slowly opened.
An incomparably effeminate voice rang out. "Hehehe, I've finally broken through the Saint Martial barrier and reached the Divine Martial Stage. But now I need a great deal of human blood to stabilize my realm... Men!"
As his words fell... Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
More than a dozen figures appeared before those terrifying eyes. There were men and women among them, none of them young.
One after another, they said solemnly, "Congratulations, Young Master Ling, on reaching the Divine Martial Stage."
Hearing this, the effeminate voice sounded again, eerie and chilling. "Is there anyone nearby? They can't be too weak."
From among the dozen-plus figures, one stepped forward and replied, "Yes. There is a Bright Dragon Stronghold nearby. Many recluses from the various factions within the Desolate Sea Forbidden Land live there. They are far stronger than the humans from certain small regions in the Bright Dragon Mountain Range."
As soon as he finished, the effeminate voice spoke again. "Very good. You three, go and bring everyone from this Bright Dragon Stronghold to me."
He pointed out three people, and the three of them naturally answered without hesitation before setting off.
Then the effeminate voice rang out once more. "The rest of you, arrange the Blood Baleful Spirit Devouring Array with this young master."
"Yes." The remaining people responded heavily.
As the group began setting up the formation, an effeminate man around thirty emerged from the darkness. He said sinisterly, "The Sikong couple, my little aunt Ling Xiaotian—you made me suffer miserably."
"It was you who left me grievously wounded in this godforsaken shithole."
"More than ten years have passed. I've finally recovered and broken through to the Divine Martial Stage. Once