"Hmph! Within three breaths, take your people and leave this place, and you may yet live. Otherwise, die!!!"
Deep within the ten-mile blood sea, faint ripples of formation energy spread through the boiling waters.
Su Shi'er's voice emerged from within at that moment.
On one corner of the island within the formation, Su Shi'er sat cross-legged.
Inside his body, Essence, Qi, and Spirit circulated without cease, radiating red, azure, and yellow light.
As the light flowed, his illusory spirit body alternated between phantom-like and solid.
After half a month of healing, the injuries he had suffered were nearly fully restored. At this moment... he had reached the final critical juncture.
Yet at this critical juncture, the formation was triggered time and again, inevitably drawing his attention and vigilance.
Though he had been in seclusion for half a month, he had remained fully aware of the Demon Spirit Flower King's condition and the changes in the surrounding area.
It was merely that he had been occupied with healing in seclusion and had no time to spare for distraction.
Moreover, formations guarded the area. The deaths of countless demonic beasts here had formed a blood sea reeking of gore, enough to deter passing cultivators and spare him much trouble.
All he had paid was a mere handful of top-grade Spirit Stones to power the formations.
Naturally... he had let it be.
But during the first five days, all the demonic beasts within a hundred li had either fled or died, leaving scarcely any behind.
Yet after several days, several dozen demonic beasts had come charging in one after another.
That alone was highly unusual.
With his experience, he naturally recognized at a glance that those demonic beasts were spirit beasts under someone's control.
But whether demonic beasts or spirit beasts, since they