The Blood Race gradually calmed down and stopped fleeing in panic, but the terror on their faces lingered for a long time.
"The Ancestor has been taken away. What are we supposed to do now?"
Once the tribe's experts had calmed down, their expressions turned incomparably grim, and they were frantic with anxiety.
The pillar holding up the Blood Spirit Tribe had been captured alive and taken away by Li Xuancang. It felt as though the tribe's very sky was collapsing.
With the Ancestor in Li Xuancang's hands, the odds were stacked against him. Escaping alive was almost impossible.
Without the Ancestor, the Blood Spirit Tribe would fall from the clouds, its status plummeting. The other factions would never let such an opportunity slip by.
Everyone was consumed with worry, yet there was nothing they could do.
"Let's clean up the mess first!"
With no solution in sight, they could only wait for the Blood Race's other Dharma Body Realm experts to arrive, hoping they could rescue the Ancestor.
Not long afterward, vast heavenly might descended, and three figures, like gods and demons, appeared above the Blood Spirit Tribe.
The Blood Spirit Tribe lay in ruins, and the spiritual energy still carried the remnants of the great battle.
"Fellow Daoist Cangshan, come out so we may speak."
The three thought the battle had already ended and had come to learn the situation from Xue Cangshan.
Their arrival disturbed the Blood Spirit Tribe, yet Xue Cangshan was nowhere to be seen.
The three great experts darkened with anger. Just as they were about to charge into the Blood Spirit Tribe, a Divine Repository Realm cultivator hurried toward them.
"This junior, Xue Jinghai, pays respects to the three seniors."
Xue Jinghai trembled as he bowed to the three great experts, his heart