"Sharp-tongued brat, aren't you? Today, this old man will grind your bones to ash and refine your soul into the Nine Netherworlds, never to be reborn!"
With an enraged roar, Blood Cloud Daoist's spellcasting suddenly accelerated.
Amid countless flying hand seals, a Blood-colored Saber Magical Treasure slowly emerged before him.
The moment the saber appeared, a dense stench of blood spread in all directions. Black demonic patterns covered its blade, every single vein radiating terrifying Baleful Intent.
The patterns glimmered as crimson blood continuously seeped out, slowly dripping from the saber's tip onto the ground.
In the blink of an eye, a vast stretch of yellow sand had been stained red with blood, appearing all the more sinister.
"Gasp... What terrifying bloody aura. Th-this is an evil treasure refined through the sacrificial blood of hundreds of thousands of living beings?"
"Senior, be careful! The Demonic Qi and wicked nature of this saber surpass even that White Bone Banner from before. With only a slight activation of this dense bloody aura, it can form an illusory sea of blood and cause people to lose themselves within it!"
Seeing the Blood-colored Saber emerge in the air, Lin Hezhuo, who was leading Han Yu and Xiao Yue steadily backward, had his expression change drastically in an instant.
Without a moment's thought, he immediately shouted at Su Shi'er at the top of his lungs.
At the same time, he hastily drove the little True Yuan remaining in his body. He wanted to step forward and help, yet the condition of the two before him was far from optimistic, leaving him caught between advancing and retreating.
As he watched Su Shi'er nervously, his heart leaped into his throat.
Su Shi'er stood calmly in place. Hearing Lin Hezhuo's voice, he did not respond.
The gradually solemn