In the air, a trace of suspicion crossed the Blood Corpse Daoist's shriveled old face.
Quite some time had passed since his Blood Corpse attacked, yet it still had not subdued that foundation establishment early stage cultivator. He found this rather unbelievable.
"It can't even take down a mere foundation establishment early stage cultivator! Is Blood Slave playing some trick?"
The Blood Corpse Daoist's expression turned utterly grim. He secretly sent a strand of divine sense to question the Blood Corpse.
Blood Slave was naturally the name the Blood Corpse Daoist had given the Millennium Frost Corpse. Only after he refined it to foundation establishment perfection had it gradually developed spiritual awareness, allowing it to convey simple meanings through divine sense.
"Roar!"
An enraged roar rang through the Blood Corpse Daoist's sea of consciousness, bringing a trace of anger to his face.
"That brat has a Talisman Treasure that can threaten Blood Slave!"
A sharp gleam shot from the Blood Corpse Daoist's eyes, his expression as dark as stagnant water. The fragmented messages conveyed by the Blood Corpse infuriated him.
By now, roughly a third of Thousandfire City's mortals had been slaughtered. The number of living souls within the Heavenly Cripple Old Devil's Thousand Demon Drum was soaring, and streams of dense demonic energy seeped from its body. It looked as though it would advance into a Ten Thousand Demon Drum before long. Once it did, this Demon Treasure would rival a Magic Treasure that a cultivator had refined for hundreds of years.
Beside him, the aura radiating from the Blue Old Devil had also grown somewhat stronger. Endless streams of fresh blood flew out of Thousandfire City and were drawn into his body with sizzling sounds, making him seem like a colossal, gluttonous beast.
Blood flowed through all of