For a time, the scene above the Blood Pool was incomparably spectacular. Cultivators blanketed the mountains and plains, each seeking out a spot of their own. Some even brought out all manner of strange artifacts to gather the Blood Baleful aura.
Yet almost no one paid any attention to the resentment that had gathered into clouds overhead.
No matter how potent that resentment was, no matter how powerful the ghosts it formed, they still did not dare draw near beneath the washing pressure of so many True Immortal cultivators' auras.
Dao rhythms rippled through the surroundings, making the place seem like an immortal paradise descended upon the mortal world.
"Gasp, what dense Blood Baleful aura. This is the true treasure land for us."
A cultivator said with a face full of enjoyment. This was a true treasure land.
An inexhaustible supply of Blood Baleful aura—there was no way to absorb it all, simply no way.
Ye Lin, meanwhile, was even more violent. The Blood Baleful aura entering his body was brutally suppressed and absorbed by the Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art, utterly incapable of putting up the slightest resistance.
His body seemed bottomless, as if it could never be filled. Whatever came, he refined.
"It's time. Activate the Void-Refining Grand Formation. They've absorbed for free for so long—it's time they paid a little price."
A cold laugh drifted from the darkness, and the surrounding demonic cultivators burst into laughter.
At that moment, disciples of the four great demonic sects had gathered at the borders throughout the Tenth Domain. Every one of them wore a cold sneer.
Did they really think they could pick up this bargain for free? Where in the world was there such a good thing?
"Activate it."
The next instant, a blood-colored barrier suddenly appeared in the skies above