The Ten Kingdoms Gather

Inside Demon Mountain's belly, the Blood Pool was already full.

Vast quantities of blood flowed toward the center, ultimately forming a blood-colored eggshell that flew onto the altar.

The patterns on the altar's surface emitted a faint glow, merging into the eggshell like living things.

"Thump... thump... thump..."

A steady, powerful heartbeat sounded from within the blood-colored eggshell, which gradually turned from red to green.

A dense green mist rose from the eggshell, instantly filling the mountain's interior.

In the blink of an eye, the more than ten thousand demon barbarians within the mountain suddenly revealed looks of agony. Their bodies burned hot as they let out shrill screams, before convulsing all over and collapsing to the ground.

The twenty-four Barbarian Marquises hiding in the distance sensed that something was wrong and fled at once, but two were still affected by a trace of the pale green mist, their entire bodies twitching.

The other twenty-two Barbarian Marquises hurriedly knelt toward the eggshell. A Wolf Demon Marquis said, "May the Holy Venerable show mercy."

The green eggshell withdrew its mist.

The two Demon Marquises slowly recovered, but their bodies were extremely weak, as though ordinary people stricken with several serious illnesses in succession.

Of the more than ten thousand demon barbarians in the mountain's belly, over half had already died, while those remaining were barely clinging to life.

Afterward, wisps of exceedingly faint green smoke spread in every direction. All the surrounding demon barbarians wailed in pain, but after enduring the agony, ninety percent returned to normal and no longer feared the green mist. Only ten percent died.

The climate around Demon Mountain underwent subtle changes, as though Sainthood had descended, altering the environment. A chilling aura spread in every direction.

The surrounding vegetation rapidly withered, changing color in expanding rings