Deep within the Ten Thousand Bones Blood Miasma, nothing remained between heaven and earth but a nauseating dark red.
The viscous miasma hung in midair like blood made solid, not only blocking sight but pinning cultivators' divine sense within thirty meters of their bodies.
The mud beneath their feet could no longer be called earth. It was blood mud formed from the remains and resentful blood of countless gods, devils, and great demons after an ancient catastrophe. Every step produced a teeth-grating squelch, as though they were treading on some colossal creature's rotting flesh.
Lei Wu, hall master of Ironblood Hall, walked at the very front. This iron-blooded man, renowned throughout Formless City for his fearless ferocity, now moved as though treading on thin ice.
Every muscle in his body was taut. A layer of dark-gold protective qi shielded him and his twelve elites, yet even so, the all-pervasive blood miasma continued to hiss against it, ravenously draining their spell power.
Dressed in an azure robe, Chu Bai walked with his hands behind his back atop the phantom Five-Colored Azure Lotus at the center of the group. His expression was serene, as though he were strolling through his own courtyard rather than entering an absolute forbidden zone where death was certain.
"My lord, this place is strange. Beneath this blood mud, there seems to be..."
Before Lei Wu could finish, disaster struck!
The blood-mud marsh ahead suddenly erupted in a towering wave, sending foul-smelling blood-water shooting into the sky.
With a piercing screech that could puncture eardrums, an enormous dark-purple tentacle as thick as a water barrel burst through the ground with the speed of thunder before one could cover one's ears!
Its surface was densely covered with barbs and twisted, wailing phantom human faces. It moved so fast that