Desolate Blood Backlash Startles the Venom Tide, Butcher Swears a Blood Oath to Stand Guard

In the pitch-black, foul-smelling mud pit, the Black Mud City Lord had more than half his body buried beneath rotten leaves.

His old face had turned purple from holding his breath, his teeth grinding with a rattling clack.

Suppressing the tearing agony caused by his shattered Golden Core, he forcibly squeezed the last two drops of true essence from his dried-up dantian and drove them all into the artifact on his left index finger.

The spike sheathing his fingernail—the "Curse-Killing Finger"—instantly glimmered with an exceptionally dense, rotten black light.

This was a sinister thing that sealed the throat at the sight of blood. As long as he pointed it at that big man's neck from afar and thrust it out, even if a body cultivator's skin and flesh were as hard as iron, it would rot a bloody hole the size of a bowl.

Just as the City Lord's face twisted with venomous hatred and he was about to fully activate the artifact at this critical moment—

Something went terribly wrong!

At the very core of his Golden Core, that thread of dark-red "Desolate Blood," which he had secretly absorbed to forcibly prolong his life and break through, suddenly began boiling violently without warning!

Usually docile, this thread of Desolate Blood now became like a wild wolf that had scented its ancestral flesh and bones, going completely mad in rebellion.

Because deep within the karst cave, more than ten zhang away—

The thousand-layer Ultimate Blood Furnace within Lu Chen's chest was in the most vigorous, most violent stage of its great reflux after the medicinal effects had been purged!

The tyrannical ultimate yang blood of the same origin and lineage directly created an incomparably overbearing "bloodline pull" in the air!

Lu Chen's orthodox Desolate Bone body stretched across the ten-plus