"A thousand tokens, a blood sun!"
Within the Middle Abyss, black-robed consecrators emerged one after another, and Zhang Peng let out an astonished exclamation.
They had no clear idea how many Holy Spirit Tokens Jiang Hai had seized, but they had guessed that after taking the tokens from Evil Tiger and the others, he must have amassed a considerable number. They simply had not expected it to exceed a thousand.
A thousand tokens, a blood sun-this was a hidden rule triggered when Holy Spirit Tokens gathered together. Everyone who had ever achieved this had been a prodigy among prodigies. It had happened before, but never before the struggle for blood began on the final day.
The blood sun blazed in all directions, and even Jiang Hai could not help looking troubled.
Streams of blood-red light were visibly rushing toward them, to say nothing of however many disciples still had no tokens.
Once they were surrounded, even a Titled Douluo would have only a slim chance of escaping alive.
"Xiao Bai, take me down!" With a grave expression, Jiang Hai patted the White Sea Eagle's wing. She let out a long cry and dove down, landing beside Tang Ya.
Tang Ya also stared at Jiang Hai in astonishment.
Jiang Hai swung himself off and landed beside Tang Ya, saying directly, "The Holy Spirit Tokens make too obvious a target. This place is bound to become the heart of the struggle, drawing an endless stream of covetous eyes. There may well be Soul Douluos among them."
"What do you want to do?" Tang Ya asked coldly.
"Between us, we already have more than half the tokens. But they make too obvious a target. Though the bloody light of the Holy Spirit Tokens will turn this place into the heart of the struggle,