All her schemes had come to nothing. The backlash had severely injured her already decrepit body, and Rong Luan could even sense that the scant vitality remaining within her was rapidly draining away.
Her physical body was already a spent crossbow; she could perish at any moment.
She suddenly raised her head. Her cold, sharp gaze seemed to pierce through the boundless dust, stabbing directly toward Song Wen, a hundred li above on the surface.
Violent energy continuously battered Rong Luan's protective spiritual radiance.
Her jaw and mouth were still stained with scarlet blood.
Yet she cared nothing for it. In her eyes, brimming with resentment, there was only Song Wen's tall figure.
"Gu Huang, you ruined my grand plans! My days are numbered, but before I die, I will certainly kill you!"
Amid her hysterical roar, Rong Luan shot skyward, wielding a ghastly white bone whip as she lunged straight at Song Wen.
Song Wen wore a smile. With a flicker of his body, he vanished into the sea of blood above him.
The sea of blood swiftly expanded, soon spreading across ten thousand li.
Crack—
Accompanied by a dull, thunderous boom, the bone whip, wrapped in sickly green corpsefire, lashed heavily against the ten-thousand-li sea of blood.
The sea of blood was instantly torn open, revealing a rift thousands of li long and thousands of li deep, like a heavenly chasm.
Yet the sea of blood had not been split apart, nor had it been pierced through.
Instead, after merely one breath, the walls of blood on either side of the rift surged relentlessly and crashed together with a roar.
The sea of blood returned to normal.
"Ke ke ke..."
The sea of blood churned, and a colossal face ten thousand zhang high bulged out from within it.