At this moment, the Swastika Golden Talisman hovered above Zhang Xiaofan's head, the Mystic Cyan Taiji Diagram lay beneath his feet, and Blood Flame surged sky-high behind him, staining half the battlefield crimson. The "Fire Poker" in his hand flickered with green light like it was breathing, while countless drops of blood slowly rose from the ground, from stones, from corpses, each one hanging silently in the air like a red Treasure Pearl.
Seeing Zhang Xiaofan make his move, Zheng Dali hurriedly led his junior brothers and sisters aside, giving up most of the battlefield and taking over the half not shrouded by the Blood Flame.
At first, the Myriad Poison Sect disciples had no idea what this move of theirs was for. All they saw was that on the blood-red side of the battlefield, the monsters that had spotted Zhang Xiaofan were opening their bloody maws and charging toward him one after another.
But those monsters, fierce and aggressive, had barely run a few steps before they froze in place, one, then two...
Looking at the monsters that looked almost like specimens, forever holding poses of running, leaping, or pouncing, everyone from the Myriad Poison Sect widened their eyes, completely unable to tell what kind of Dao art this was.
Could it be that after all these years apart, Big Bamboo Peak had created some new marvelous Dao technique?
Those with sharp eyes would notice that it was not the monsters freezing on their own, but that they had been caught by strands of extremely fine red threads. And the source of these threads was the blood beads Zhang Xiaofan had condensed with the "Fire Poker."
Tian Buyi turned his head and glanced at Luo Yunji, who stood off to the side, his eyes filled with relief. The only