A furious tide of blood rapidly spread out from beneath Song Wen's feet, crashing straight into the swarming insects surging toward them.
The Ghost-Miasma Demon Mosquitoes were not particularly strong. The only thing to fear was the venom within their bodies, which could defile magical treasures.
But to the Blood Sea Imperial Seal, they posed no threat whatsoever. At most, they would consume a little vital blood.
Since divine sense could only extend several dozen zhang, the blood tide could likewise only reach that far. But it was already enough.
As the bloody waves churned, not a single venomous insect escaped. All were swallowed by the blood tide, unable to even stir the slightest splash.
The Ghost-Miasma Demon Mosquitoes were not stupid. After losing several hundred of their kind, they seemed to realize that the "blood meal" before them was not easy prey. They turned and scattered in all directions.
Song Wen and Rong Shao naturally did not pursue them, allowing the swarm to flee.
"This is no place to linger. We should leave as soon as possible."
After speaking, Song Wen continued falling downward.
The yin wind howled all around them, relentlessly battering the protective spiritual radiance surrounding their bodies.
Yet as time passed, the two gradually realized something was wrong.
They had already fallen an unknown number of tens of thousands of li, yet they still had not reached the bottom of Demonfall Valley.
"Just how deep is this ravine?"
The two could not help but feel alarmed and bewildered.
Fortunately, the concentration of yin nether ghost qi around them did not grow denser as they descended. Otherwise, their range of perception would have been further suppressed, and the danger would have multiplied.
"Master." Shadow Void suddenly spoke from within his sea of consciousness. "Two hundred zhang below