Above the Sea of Blood, a group of people stood.
At this moment, the face of the leader from the Demon Court was extremely ugly. No—there was even a trace of fear in his eyes.
Having one's physical body torn apart and one's Great Dao nearly pried open was no pleasant experience.
Even though Li Su had been out of the formation for over ten minutes, he had only just managed to suppress his injuries. Though his Great Dao had stabilized, cracks still remained. To recover completely would likely take several months.
And aside from him, the others were in no better shape.
The other two Da Luo had also suppressed their injuries, but their faces bore an unnatural pallor. As powerful figures on the level of the leader, they had been severely wounded, clearly injuring their origins.
As for the nine Taiyi, they were in a miserable state. The inner galaxies within them had been completely torn apart, and even the halls inside had broken.
They had unquestionably suffered grave injuries and needed to immediately find somewhere to enter seclusion and repair themselves. Otherwise, let alone recovering, their Great Daos might very well snap completely.
As Taiyi at perfection, once their Great Daos truly broke, they might not necessarily die, but their futures would essentially be over.
They were panicking, their faces deathly pale.
As for Many Treasures, who should originally have been the Interception Sect's eldest senior brother, his state was rather strange. Though the split portions had already healed, not the slightest trace of life could be felt from him. He was like a corpse; no one knew what exactly had happened to him.
The leader of the Demon Court spoke with an extremely grim expression. The appearance of a second supreme treasure had truly been beyond