Volume One, Chapter 444
Zhao Fu walked in, with the eight blood beasts following behind him.
The ground seemed soaked in blood, and a bloody aura permeated the surroundings. There were no living creatures within, only deathly silence without a single sound.
That invisible force of erosion began indiscriminately corroding everyone. The eight blood beasts each extended a hand, and eight streams of power surged forth, gathering in midair to form a multicolored sphere of light. It radiated countless rays, forming a multicolored protective barrier.
This barrier did not envelop Zhao Fu. It only covered the bodies of the eight blood beasts, because this was also a test for Zhao Fu, and they could not interfere in any way.
Zhao Fu paid no heed to this corrosive force. He did not even use the Evil Immortal's power; his terrifying physique alone was enough to render him immune to the erosion.
The masses of flesh watching this scene were inwardly somewhat astonished as well.
Everyone continued onward until they reached a large pit. The pit was not particularly big, only five or six meters wide. At its center lay an ordinary-looking young man dressed in purple, his skin still ruddy with blood. He seemed not to be dead, merely sunk into sleep.
When the eight blood beasts saw that young man, sorrow appeared on their faces. That young man was the legendary Evil Immortal.
Evil Blood Scorpion said softly, "I miss the days when Master was with us so much. Those were our happiest days."
Evil Blood Spider said sorrowfully, "Mm. Actually, if Master had not chosen to fight the Eastern Alliance head-on, no one would have been able to kill him."
Evil Blood Butterfly looked at the young man's corpse. "Master had to fight them head-on to avenge those old