"Move aside, you dead fatso."
For a time, countless cultivators surged toward the Blood Pool. They seemed to have gone mad, relentlessly bombarding it.
Watching this scene, the middle-aged man who had believed everything was under his control wore a sorrowful expression.
More than half of the cultivators who had suddenly emerged were cultivators of the immortal path.
Alas...
At this moment, chaos reigned for ten thousand miles around the Blood Pool. Cultivators of every kind could be seen slaughtering one another everywhere, while more than a thousand cultivators had already gathered above the Blood Pool, their faces crazed as they attacked it without pause.
"Kid, move already. If you don't act now, be careful you won't even get a mouthful of anything hot later."
Seeing that Ye Lin still had not moved, the Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar grew anxious. Everyone else had begun attacking the Blood Pool, yet he was still standing there with an air of hanging high what had nothing to do with him.
You may not be anxious, but I am.
"I know. Stop rushing me."
Ye Lin spoke softly, his eyes never leaving the four great demon sects.
The vast majority of the disciples from those four great demon sects were unexpectedly standing where they were, merely watching.
Their purpose had been to blast open the Blood Pool, and now that the Heaven-Shrouding Grand Formation had been broken, the scales of victory had already tipped toward them.
But why were these people still acting like this?
They had finally broken open the Heaven-Shrouding Grand Formation, even going so far as to destroy a top-grade Supreme Venerable artifact. Now that the formation was broken, why were they still so calm?
Were they really just going to watch these Rogue Cultivators seize the fruits of their painstaking efforts?