The scarlet river surged without end, wave after wave of thick, foul-smelling blood crashing toward them. They transformed into all manner of sharp blood blades and vengeful ghostly shadows, attacking the two people locked in a stalemate in turns.
Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi could only keep wielding their divine artifacts to defend themselves. Every defense consumed a considerable amount of Soul Power. Though the amount was not large, the terrifying part was that neither of them could replenish their Soul Power in time. As a result, the Soul Power within their bodies continued to diminish at a visible rate.
The surrounding blood sea completely sealed off the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, cutting off every possibility of Soul Power recovery. The light around the two of them slowly dimmed, their auras gradually becoming weak and unstable as they fell into a completely passive dead end.
Thus, Qian Daoliu's side and Ye Xishui's side continued their standoff and war of attrition. As one side waned and the other waxed, Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Qian Daoliu had no choice but to accept one fact: if this continued, he and Bo Saixi would surely die.
Qian Daoliu's expression turned solemn as he pondered silently.
After a long while, Qian Daoliu spoke in a low voice to Bo Saixi behind him. "Xixi, if this keeps up, sooner or later, that woman will wear us to death."
"Why don't we use that move and make a final gamble? Let's see if we can break through this blood sea's confinement."
Hearing this, Bo Saixi's gaze became resolute. Although they were already in a desperate situation, she agreed in a deep voice without the slightest hesitation.
The two stood back to back, their hands clasped in one hand. Their