The pungent stench of blood rose across the mountains and plains, crimson streaks staining the peaks red. At that moment, the Crimson Sun Sect, with its legacy of nearly a thousand years, was utterly destroyed.
In midair, Xu Yan expressionlessly collected the cultivators' corpses into a Storage Bag.
Just then, a voice reached him, causing his expression to shift slightly.
"Brat, what are you collecting all those cultivator corpses for? Hand them over to me at once!"
The Mountain-Bearing Demon Tortoise eyed the Storage Ring in Xu Yan's hand, greed flickering in his gaze.
The disciples of the Crimson Sun Sect's various peaks numbered over a thousand, yet he had devoured only around two hundred. This rogue cultivator had collected all the remaining disciples into his Storage Ring. The dozen or so corpses of Foundation Establishment cultivators were especially tempting.
Xu Yan turned toward the Mountain-Bearing Demon Tortoise's hideous head and said coldly, "Become my spirit beast, and these cultivator corpses will naturally all be yours."
This demon possessed a remarkable heavenly demon bloodline. If he advanced to the third tier, he would make a useful helper for Xu Yan in his current circumstances.
But no sooner had Xu Yan finished speaking than intense killing intent radiated from the Mountain-Bearing Demon Tortoise, and a mocking voice rang out across the surroundings.
"Heh heh! A mere rogue cultivator at the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and you dare ask me to become your spirit beast? Hand over those cultivator corpses, or don't blame Grandpa Tortoise for showing no mercy!"
As the Mountain-Bearing Demon Tortoise finished speaking, a blue-black radiance abruptly rose around him, his dense demonic aura almost taking solid form!
"Get lost!"
At this, Xu Yan immediately cursed in fury. At some point, a Jade Talisman gleaming with golden light