Mad Blood Old Demon's face twisted hideously, and the Blood River above his head turned even more bewitchingly crimson.
As the Blood River surged, boundless spiritual energy gathered around him.
The river and spiritual energy converged, stirring the winds and clouds around them until space collapsed completely.
Mad Blood Old Demon roared and charged straight at Baimeng.
"Nothing but a meaningless struggle," Baimeng said. Demonic energy gathered around his fist as he threw a punch that tore apart the heavens. Like a long river severing the sun, like a great river rushing onward, the punch sent Mad Blood Old Demon straight into the earth.
As more and more savage faces rushed out from the sky, Primordial Ancient City had already become a purgatory of blood.
Ordinary martial cultivators simply could not hold on. The only people still alive were beings on the level of One Leaf Ancient God and the Five Stone Ancestors.
The stench of blood permeated the entire city, while the arena at its center still stood silently.
Mad Blood Old Demon flew out from underground. His face was pale, faint blood stained the corners of his lips, and wisps of demonic energy drifted around him.
With his True Fate wounded, the demonic energy in his mind could no longer be suppressed.
Mad Blood Old Demon let out a roar. At that moment, darkness filled his vision as endless demonic energy wrapped around him and dragged him into the most despairing memory of his life.
A mortal had borne the Heavenly Mandate. Mad Blood Old Demon swore that he would remember that sword strike for the rest of his life.
It had shattered all his pride and sent him crashing down from the clouds.
He watched that man shake the ages and bear the Heavenly Mandate. In