"The Blood Demon descended upon the Sects a hundred years ago. That was his first appearance, and his last."
"He was incomplete..."
Wendao seemed to have recalled something utterly terrifying.
Even his sole remaining head could not stop trying to shrink back.
Tongtian knitted his brows tightly.
"Incomplete?"
"What does that mean?"
Seeing that Tongtian apparently would not stop until he got his answer,
a hint of resolve appeared in Wendao's eyes.
"Senior, if you promise to let me go,
I'll tell you what I know about the Blood Demon!"
"Otherwise, you might as well kill me!"
Tongtian did not wish to commit needless slaughter either.
After all, he had already killed two elders of the primordial origin realm.
If he added more bloodshed to his sins, he feared the Great Heavenly Venerable of this world might notice.
Tongtian could not imagine just how terrifying a dao palace realm expert might be.
Perhaps,
the Great Heavenly Venerable had already set his sights on them the moment they entered the Shiva Holy Land.
At that thought,
Tongtian nodded nonchalantly.
"Fine. You have my word."
"But if even half a sentence is false, you will never leave here alive."
Even as he said that,
Tongtian suspected that even if he did nothing, these people of the Imperial Pole Sect would never leave alive.
The blood threads entwined around the Imperial Pole Sect's members were bizarre in the extreme.
They were probably a means the Blood Demon had planted in them.
Yet Wendao seemed to have glimpsed a sliver of hope for survival.
He apparently had no idea that those blood threads had appeared on him.
"I actually don't know much about the Blood Demon..."
"He appeared a hundred years ago, but he was only a heart."
Tongtian sucked in a breath of