The thousand-zhang corpse coffin, wrapped in blazing green flames, crashed down upon the surging Blood Sea like a meteor falling from the heavens.
The Blood Sea was not shattered again, but like ice and snow meeting a red-hot branding iron, it abruptly melted into blood mist that steamed upward.
The corpse coffin plunged into the Blood Sea, opening an enormous hole a hundred li wide.
Seeing the corpse coffin bore deep into the Blood Sea as though it would pierce straight through it, Song Wen, standing within the sword formation, hurriedly controlled the Blood Sea, raising massive waves in an attempt to seal the opening.
The Blood Sea could block divine sense. As long as the bloodwater was thick enough, even the divine sense of a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator could be cut off.
The corpse coffin had already penetrated deep into the Blood Sea. If the opening were sealed, the connection between the corpse coffin and Ming Yuan would be severed.
At that point, the corpse coffin would become a dead object, trapped in the depths of the Blood Sea and no longer a threat.
Without this Bronze Corpse Coffin, Ming Yuan's strength would undoubtedly be greatly weakened.
However, Ming Yuan seemed to have guessed Song Wen's intentions. The green flames rising from the corpse coffin suddenly surged even fiercer, shooting straight into the nine heavens and preventing the Blood Tide above from closing around the coffin.
"Corpse-Transforming Scale Flame!" Gu Que suddenly spoke within Song Wen's sea of consciousness. "Extreme Yin, although this flame is a yin fire, it has some restraining effect against demonic cultivation techniques. Your Blood Sea Imperial Seal is likewise restrained by it."
"Is there any way to restrain this fire?" Song Wen asked casually.
"Naturally—an even more powerful spirit flame of the yang attribute,"