When Jiang Hai opened his eyes again, he had returned to the Holy Emperor Grand Plaza, with the towering Holy Emperor Statue before him.
After inheriting some of the Holy Emperor's secret arts, he looked up at the Holy Emperor again. The statue's presence seemed entirely different from before, and its blurred features had grown a little clearer.
Countless years ago, generation after generation of ancient sages had offered their heads and spilled their blood for the rise of the human race. Their devotion and sacrifice had made humanity's present civilization possible.
No matter how divided humans were, or how they fought among themselves, the Douluo Continent remained under humanity's dominion.
Yet, unlike Jiang Hai, most people were far more concerned with the results of this Blood Trial.
Their gazes turned toward the stage beneath the Holy Emperor Statue. Naturally, some lingered on Jiang Hai and Tang Ya. Although most had never witnessed Jiang Hai's true strength, how could someone capable of seizing so many Holy Spirit Tokens be ordinary?
Around twelve hundred people had participated in this Blood Trial, but fewer than seven hundred had returned. There were not even enough to fill the quota for Holy Spirit Cult Disciples, and not everyone possessed a Holy Spirit Token.
This was unquestionably one of the most brutal Blood Trials ever held.
Among the seven hundred who returned were both Holy Spirit Cult Disciples and Holy Spirit Disciples. Some Holy Spirit Cult Disciples who had displayed great strength before the Blood Trial began had not returned either, though most of those who failed to return were Holy Spirit Disciples. Still, the auras of most survivors had grown stronger.
Such was the way of Evil Soul Masters. They used the corpses of enemies-and even companions-as nourishment. The Blood Trial itself was a