The giant blood-colored hand, like a small mountain, came crashing down on Chi Pei's head.
Chi Pei recalled the Blood Year spear that had been knocked away.
The spear dispersed, transforming into a Blood Tide roughly ten li wide that completely submerged his figure.
The blood hand slammed onto the Blood Tide, stirring up a thousand layers of bloody waves, yet it failed to shatter it.
"Ye Hua, though your Blood Sea Seal has refined endless amounts of essence blood, its crafting is far too crude. It has only the appearance, not the substance; it cannot break my Blood Sea Seal. You should retreat at once, lest the Demon-Luring Incense draw over sixth-rank demonic beasts. By then, you will not be able to escape even if you wish to!"
Chi Pei's voice came from within the Blood Tide.
Only his voice could be heard; his person could not be seen.
"Is that so?" A cold gleam flickered in Song Wen's eyes. "Then I shall have to try."
The sea of blood beneath Song Wen's feet continuously poured streams of blood into the giant blood-colored hand.
The blood hand rapidly expanded, growing to dozens of li in size in the blink of an eye.
The blood hand reached down from above and seized the Blood Tide formed by Chi Pei in its grasp.
Song Wen moved and flew into the distance.
The sea of blood beneath his feet, along with the giant hand extending from it, moved with him.
The Blood Tide in which Chi Pei was hiding was held in the giant hand, and naturally went with them as well.
Song Wen hurried onward, traveling more than a hundred thousand li.
Only after estimating that they had long since left the range of the Demon-Luring Incense did he stop.
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