Song Wen's earlier use of the Nine Calamities Measuring-Heaven Sword and his sneak attack with the "death-substitute technique" had merely been to confuse Yin Zhuang and draw close to him, so that he could catch him off guard and unleash the Blood Sea Imperial Seal.
It was solely to trap Yin Zhuang within the blood sea and prevent his escape.
Naturally, Yin Zhuang knew nothing of Song Wen's scheme. His natal treasure—the Severing-Yang Mirror—still shone with boundless brilliance, relentlessly forcing back the surrounding blood sea.
The open space around him grew ever wider.
As the Blood Tide around him steadily retreated, a figure emerged from within it.
It was none other than the Divine Blood Sect member who had ambushed him.
The sneer on Yin Zhuang's face grew increasingly smug.
"Such a trifling blood sea—what can it do to me?"
"You skulking wretch, where can you hide now?"
As Yin Zhuang mocked him, his mana surged around his body. The ghost-headed saber in his hand seemed like a ferocious beast awakened from slumber, erupting with sky-piercing Killing Intent.
Killing intent soared into the dark heavens; saber light startled ghosts and gods!
"Brat, with this strike, I shall scatter your soul and disperse your spirit! Hahaha..."
Yin Zhuang could not help bursting into loud laughter.
The way he looked at Song Wen brimmed with contempt, as though he were looking at an ant, at a corpse.
Dozens of sharp saber lights burst from the blade, tearing through the sky and hurtling straight toward Song Wen.
Though Yin Zhuang was arrogant, considering the other party's seemingly inexhaustible "death-substitute technique" and the fact that he was still deep within the blood sea, he held something in reserve. He did not attack Song Wen with the ghost-headed saber itself.
Even the eighth-rank Ox-Head Ghost