In just a few days, the battle had already reached its final stages. By now, all the Spirit God experts had either fled or been slain by Huo Hai and the other experts of the Blood God Cult. Only one remained.
Huo Hai had to show the Blood God Cult's ancestor some respect, after all. He intended to take Blood Rose away, and this incident had cost the Blood God Cult dearly in strength, reserves, and even reputation. If they could not salvage something, it would be a tremendous blow to the cult. Despite the Spirit Formation protecting this place, many people were actually watching it.
Huo Hai was certain that people had already learned about the battle here through all sorts of means. There would surely be no shortage of people hoping to seize this opportunity to strike at the Blood God Cult afterward. How hard they struck would depend on the cult's performance.
"Still refusing to surrender? You're the only one left now." The Blood God Ancestor watched his opponent, continuously releasing blood-colored flames from his hands. The Bloodflame condensed into the shape of a True Dragon, closely resembling Huo Hai's Bloodflame True Dragon.
But Huo Hai knew they were entirely different things. His Bloodflame True Dragon was alive, could fight independently, and had tremendous potential for growth. After all, it had no physical body, and Huo Hai had also let it devour more than one True Dragon. By contrast, the Blood God Ancestor's dragon was merely an imitation, possessing the shape but none of the substance.
"Hmph, you want me to surrender? Impossible! You old fossil should have died long ago."
Everyone froze, because the Evil Sect Ancestor's voice no longer had its earlier ethereal quality. Instead, it was richly resonant, as lovely as a lark's song.