"Go. Kill a hundred people every half a tea's time and throw their corpses into the Grand Array.
Heh heh heh! A battle of attrition? What have we to fear?"
Inside the Heavenly Underworld Sect.
Beneath the Bloodthirsty Soul-Devouring Formation, blood mist flashed everywhere. Three powerful heavenly flames relentlessly battered the Grand Array's barrier with world-destroying might, their heat enough to send shivers down one's spine even through the barrier.
Yet the Hun Clan members watched all this as though nothing were happening.
They knew that until this Bloodthirsty Soul-Devouring Formation was broken, no one from the Xiao Clan could harm them, no matter who came.
Most importantly, powering this Grand Array was not a contest of who had more Dou Qi or who could hold out longer.
The more people they captured, the longer this Grand Array could last.
And that was the foundation of their confidence.
"Yes, Lord Demon Saint!"
Two Hun Clan Dou Zun answered respectfully, then turned toward the Heavenly Underworld Sect's dungeon. Before long, a series of agonized screams rang out.
Listening to those hair-raising screams, the Hun Clan members felt neither discomfort nor fear. Instead, every one of them felt refreshed and invigorated, as though listening to music whose echoes lingered in the rafters. Their faces were filled with enjoyment.
This was so very like the Hun Clan. They delighted in slaughter, utterly bereft of humanity.
As corpse after corpse was thrown into the Bloodthirsty Soul-Devouring Formation, their blood seemed to be pumped dry, gathering toward its center.
Above them, an unidentified vortex-shaped thing sucked the souls from those corpses.
Meanwhile, outside the Bloodthirsty Soul-Devouring Formation.
Boom!
The Bloodthirsty Soul-Devouring Formation suddenly shuddered. Its barrier, which had begun to fade, once again blazed with intense black-and-red light. Everyone felt that the Grand Array had