What Had Happened?

Above the Blood Sea, Yan Hua kept dodging Long Song's attacks.

Fortunately, Yuan Heng managed to keep Long Song occupied at times, giving Yan Hua room to strike back. Between them, they barely managed to hold their ground.

As for Lu Ming, Long Song's bloodline had suppressed him from the outset, leaving him unable to move a muscle. Had Long Song so much as spared him a proper glance, he might already have been dead.

Yan Hua once again blocked Long Song's claws with his staff, then levered them aside.

Seizing the opening, Yuan Heng unleashed ten thousand swords at once, aiming straight for the reverse scale on Long Song's throat.

Long Song hurriedly retreated, transforming his hands and legs into dragon claws and crushing the incoming flying swords one after another. But this also forced him away from Yan Hua and Yuan Heng.

Only then did Yan Hua get a chance to catch his breath. Yuan Heng likewise used this hard-won respite to swallow several pills.

Even so, neither of their expressions brightened in the slightest.

"Senior Yan, we can't keep going like this. We can't stay locked in battle with that Demon. We'll die."

As the sect master of the Yin Ruins Sect, Yuan Heng ranked among the strongest in the Lower Realm. Yet even he felt a profound helplessness against Long Song.

In physique, Long Song had a dragon's body. In strength, he stood firmly above Yuan Heng. And he was laden with treasures to boot.

How were they supposed to fight him?

At this rate, both of them would die here.

Oh, and Lu Ming would die too.

Yan Hua coughed and looked toward the Blood Sea.

Lin Jun had been beneath the Blood Sea for nearly six hours. Throughout that time, its waters had remained