"Hum, hum, hum!..."
At the very instant that arm reached out of the Blood Pool.
Ripples of Spiritual Power spread from the enormous arm like rings across water, pushing aside the sword intent A Meng had gathered in mere moments.
"Clang!"
At the sight, A Meng did not panic. With a proud expression, he simply thrust forward the hand he held in the Sword Finger gesture.
"Boom!"
As the two forces collided, the Gang Wind they stirred up whirled endlessly above the Blood Pool like scythes.
"Clang!"
The stalemate lasted only a moment. With another Sword Cry, A Meng's longsword scored a sword mark across the palm of the enormous blue-gray hand.
Then A Meng's sword intent poured down once more, pressing the enormous hand back into the Blood Pool inch by inch.
The Demon Cultivators behind the enormous hand were shocked and furious at the sight.
They had never imagined that A Meng's sword had already grown this powerful.
Then a member of the Devil Race roared:
"Offer your flesh and blood, and you shall live forever within My Lord's body! What are you still hesitating for?!"
"We are willing to offer our flesh and blood to My Lord!"
No sooner had the words fallen than the Demon Cultivators before him, their eyes burning with fervor, blew up their bodies one after another and sank into the Blood Pool below.
"Boom!"
As more than a dozen Demon Cultivators sank into the Blood Pool together, Demonic Qi abruptly surged from the enormous blue-gray arm. The arm, which A Meng's sword intent had nearly forced back into the Blood Pool, slowly began to emerge once more.
At the same time, a tremendous mass of Demonic Qi began gathering at the tip of the hand's index finger.
Eventually, that tremendous mass of