A Clear Cry Across Time

Even when Lin Jun had disregarded the might of heaven, Su Ming had never trembled like this. Now his whole body was frozen stiff in place, letting those Blood Shadows launch their frenzied attacks against him.

More and more Sea Demons came from afar. They were now practically crushing the Blood Shadows, and although the Blood Shadows showed no sign of fatigue, breaking through them was only a matter of time.

Yet even so, Su Ming did not feel the slightest relief. He stared at Lin Jun, every inch of his body tensed to the limit.

It was already too late. He could not leave.

But then Su Ming shuddered. Though he could not tell what Lin Jun was doing, the innate perception he had gained after becoming a Sea Demon told him that he could not let Lin Jun complete that action.

Otherwise, this Sea Demon incarnation of his would truly die.

At that thought, Su Ming's gaze sharpened. He erupted with a surge of energy that shot into the heavens, blasting the Blood Shadows away and opening a path straight to Lin Jun.

He had to stop Lin Jun.

But very quickly, the Blood Shadows that Su Ming had scattered took only a single breath to break through his energy and surround him once more.

These Blood Shadows had become stronger again?

Were there really puppets in this world that grew stronger the more they fought?

Su Ming looked around, and at last discovered what was wrong.

After those Sea Demons were slain by the Blood Shadows, they did not immediately revive. Instead, they were absorbed by the Blood Shadows.

No, not absorbed. The Blood Shadows were storing that Sea Demon Blood, seemingly transmitting it somewhere. Yet soon afterward, the Blood Shadows would recover at an astonishing speed,