Feeling the increasingly scorching gaze behind him, Ye Lin turned to look at Chu Ling.
"N-No, it's nothing."
Seeing the questioning look in Ye Lin's eyes, Chu Ling waved her hand.
"What a chaotic mix of auras."
The three walked across the land, while powerful auras continuously streaked across the heavens overhead, their pressure bearing down upon the entire world.
Without exception, those figures wore either black robes or blood-red robes, moving in organized, disciplined groups.
Their auras mingled together, enough to inspire awe from afar.
"Damn, the Great Peace Holy Sect, the Supreme Demon Cult, the Heaven Sect."
"They're all colossal demonic-path sects."
Su Yun looked at the demonic cultivators overhead, his face filled with amazement. He himself was from the Demon-Mixing Sect, so he knew of these demonic sect giants.
Now that he had seen the disciples of these top demonic sects with his own eyes, he felt immense admiration in his heart.
It seemed that these few top demonic sects were taking the lead in this plan to attack the Blood Pool. That made sense—without major figures leading the charge, how would those little grunts dare undertake something that could cost them their lives?
After all, the consequences of attacking the Blood Pool were absolutely not something a single person or faction would dare bear.
"With so many demonic sect giants leading the way, there's something to be gained from this Blood Pool."
Su Yun muttered to himself. He too was coveting the Blood Pool. After all, he was also of the demonic path; any demonic-path cultivator who practiced demonic arts held a particular obsession with blood.
That was precisely why demonic arts bore the word "demonic."
As streams of light streaked through the sky, Ye Lin casually reached out and forcibly dragged one of the figures