In a dark, gloomy underground hollow, the light was so dim that only vague outlines could be made out. It was evidently a vast, ancient subterranean hall.
At the center of the hall, a crimson blood pool bubbled incessantly.
Beside the pool, half of an enormous crimson corpse tail protruded into view.
Parts of the tail were nothing but red bones, utterly devoid of flesh—a sight that sent chills crawling over the skin.
The next moment, several eerie crimson blood zombies slowly approached, clutching demonic beasts or cultivators who had only recently died.
Upon reaching the blood pool, the refined corpses tore the bodies of those beasts and cultivators apart with a ripping sound, sending more flesh and blood pouring into the pool.
Ripples immediately spread through the blood, widening ring after ring. A moment later, an enormous flood dragon head emerged.
But only half of this head bore flesh; the other half was nothing but crimson bones.
"What a nuisance." Seeing how little flesh had grown over its bones, it muttered in utter displeasure.
Of its two crimson eyes, one was shriveled, while the other shone brightly with the terrifying menace of a flood dragon.
Of course, the demonic corpse had not originally been in such a wretched state. It had encountered Black Crow Divine Lord, who had forcibly cleaved away half its body and left copious amounts of bone poison upon it.
If not for that, it could have consumed the heavenly dragon blood-demon fruit long ago and sought an opportunity to break through to the sixth stage, becoming a corpse saint. With its formidable physical combat prowess, even the demon saints of the Heavenly Insect Realm might not have escaped its grasp.
At the thought, its resentment surged to the heavens.
This had all but ruined its