Song Wen fixed Ming Yuan with an icy stare, and the latter could not help but shudder.
According to Gu Que, their only path to survival now lay with Ming Yuan.
Yet Ming Yuan had said that he needed the time it took to drink a cup of tea to recover sixty to seventy percent of his mana.
But under the joint siege of Daoist Nun Suwei and Qingxuanzi, two Tribulation Transcendence cultivators, how could Song Wen possibly hold out for the time it took to drink a cup of tea?
As if to confirm Song Wen's thoughts, the entire sea of blood suddenly began to tremble.
Suwei and Qingxuanzi had begun their attack!
Neither of them used any other treasure. They continued to wield the jade-green bamboo and the eighteen Corpse-Suppressing Nails, respectively.
The jade-green bamboo released an emerald spiritual glow, like a blazing sun hanging high in the sky, dyeing the scarlet sea surface, twenty thousand li wide, with a layer of somber green.
The scarlet sea surface was like frost and snow scorched by the blazing sun, or like something pierced by countless needles. Tiny holes immediately appeared across the surface, densely packed and everywhere.
Then, the holes expanded. Countless droplets of blood were stripped from the sea surface, transforming into scarlet blood qi in the blink of an eye and rising into the air. Before long, they had obscured half the sky.
Meanwhile, the sea of blood rapidly sank, its surface visibly lowering.
The sea of blood, twenty thousand li across, melted away like remnants of snow beneath the blazing sun.
Though the jade-green bamboo's assault was not as earth-shattering as those heavy, overpowering magical treasures, its depletion of the sea of blood was continuous and unceasing.
With every breath, it could lower the scarlet sea