When Lu Feng slowly came to, he regained full awareness in an instant, then screamed at the top of his lungs, hysterical, as though pouring every last ounce of strength he possessed into it.
His body had fallen into another tug-of-war, constantly hovering between destruction and restoration. The Blood Sea below seemed far larger than the sinkhole, its edges nowhere in sight. It truly deserved its name.
The destructive power contained in the crimson blood far surpassed that of the bloody mist above. The difference could be measured in hundreds or even thousands of times.
Although his earlier recovery had given Lu Feng's body resistance to the bloody mist, before this far more terrifying blood, it was like a defenseless sheet of thin paper, destroyed again at a speed beyond imagining.
In a single instant, almost all his flesh dissolved, leaving only a skeleton.
Even that skeleton was corroding at a terrifying speed, his skull no exception.
His purple mansion was already exposed to the blood, and his body's restorative ability could no longer withstand it.
Once his purple mansion ruptured, his primordial spirit would be annihilated. Death would be certain.
At that critical moment, the dark mass behind him suddenly flew over and seeped into his skull, wrapping his entire purple mansion and keeping every drop of blood outside, saving him from death.
Meanwhile, in his middle dantian, the small Bronze Sword formed from his nascent soul suddenly blazed with mystic light.
Everywhere its light reached, it blocked the Blood Sea's corrosive power outside his three dantians, protecting those True Qi Tubes as well.
The Withered Wood Rejuvenation Cultivation Technique, which should have stopped once he woke, was forced by Lu Feng's perilous condition to circulate on its own once more.
If the power contained in the bloody mist