He hurriedly turned to scan his surroundings. When he looked back at the mass of blood, the fear on his face deepened!
But a look of resolve soon crossed his face, and he growled several weighty incantations.
Then he viciously bit the tip of his tongue, spitting a mouthful of foul blood and a scrap of flesh onto the constantly shifting mass of blood.
The black mass of blood absorbed them, immediately stopped changing shape, and its dazzling radiance dimmed.
Still uneasy, the Yue Emperor rapidly formed more than a dozen hand seals, his hands spinning like a windmill, and sent them all into it in one burst.
The last trace of light on the mass of blood faded as well.
Only then did the Yue Emperor let out a long sigh of relief. After spitting out that mouthful of blood essence, his face had abruptly aged more than a decade, leaving him looking utterly haggard.
But he had no time to worry about anything else. With a casual beckoning gesture, he split off a sizable portion of the bloody light surrounding him and sent it plunging onto the mass of blood.
At the same time, his low voice rang out again, though his words were badly slurred now that the tip of his tongue was gone.
Enveloped in bloody light, the black mass of blood gradually changed shape and elongated.
As his final incantation ended, a jet-black hilt emerged once more. It became a true long blade with an edge formed from black blood, radiating an astonishing bloody aura.
The sight of the blade brought a fanatical expression to the Yue Emperor's face!
Without further hesitation, he reached out and grasped its hilt, then gave it a few casual swings. It displayed no power at all, yet he looked