"It's been a long time, chief. That nose of yours hasn't lost a thing since the old days-it's only grown keener."
Laughing Monk showed no surprise at these words. He merely raised his sleeve with casual abandon, wiped the grease from his face, and gave a slow chuckle.
Under Zhou Ji's piercing gaze, he stopped concealing it. A crisp crack, like a melon hitting the ground, suddenly sounded from his body. Then a hideous bloody fissure appeared over his chest and slowly spread up to his neck.
Its bleak, ghastly radiance was like a blood-red sun manifesting within Laughing Monk, suddenly illuminating all the surrounding seas!
"The Blood-Skinning Slaughter Pool Great Hell. So it really is that mighty treasure of the Blood River Sect..."
Zhou Ji's voice grew slightly solemn, and a measure of gravity appeared on his canine face.
As that bloody fissure appeared,
chill winds rose on every side, bloody light filled the heavens, and killing intent fell thick as mist, making one shudder!
In a mere instant, this stretch of heaven and earth seemed to have been dragged into a grim hell!
Faint sounds of furious abuse and resentful curses rang shrilly through the void, lingering without end. The clear azure waves beneath their feet also seemed to become a boundless sea of blood. Tens of millions of flayed evil ghosts and bone-gouged specters flickered in and out of sight within it, packed so densely that no eye could see their end!
Within a few breaths, the phantom of a scarlet city manifested as well, towering above the blood sea, untold tens of millions of feet high, brushing the clouds and reaching the sky.
Within the scarlet city were coarse stone millstones, flaming wheeled carts, oil pools and frying cauldrons, vicious scorpions and black stinging vermin, blades