"They're nothing but a pack of living dead. They should have tucked their tails between their legs long ago," Xu Zimo said.
He raised his right hand, gathering the drifting power filling the sky within his body.
Imperial Might surged mightily, countless profound meanings winding around him.
The overwhelming pressure was like a roaring tsunami, crashing down upon the nine people opposite him.
The nine of them were equally unwilling to show weakness.
Bloodlight spread around them, streams of blood qi soaring into the sky as though they wished to burst out of the mausoleum.
It blanketed the entire heavens, standing in equal opposition to Xu Zimo.
Clad in red robes, they too possessed immense momentum. Their garments snapped sharply in the wind.
The nine figures rose into the air, leaving streaks of blood-red traces in the void before vanishing.
In the next instant, they had appeared beside Xu Zimo and the Divine Emperor.
"Is this the Profound Meaning of Blood?" Xu Zimo asked as he fought.
"This reminds me of a certain race," the Divine Emperor replied with a nod.
The seven men were immensely powerful, and their coordination was seamless, possessing something of the methods of battle formations.
Blood-red spiritual qi spread everywhere, yet neither Xu Zimo nor the Divine Emperor took it to heart.
When Imperial Might swept forth, they practically pressed the seven men down and beat them.
With one palm strike, one of them was sent flying.
His chest caved in as he crashed through several blood coffins in the hall.
"The Blood Clan," the two said at the same time, exchanging glances.
The Divine Emperor had once gone to the Blood Clan to seize the Heavenly Dao Red Lotus in order to restore his Heavenly Mandate, so the memory was particularly vivid for him.