They stood amid the blood. The Ghost Lantern Sect Master shook the Soul-Burning Lamp in his hand, while also holding a yellowed slip of paper covered in writing.
What was written on it was none other than the Birth Characters of the Blood Rain Cult's leader, the Blood Rain Demon Venerable.
Among those on the Demonic Path, everyone who had survived this long was an old, crafty fox.
Since he harbored ambitions of becoming the Demonic Path's leader, the Blood Rain Demon Venerable was an obstacle he had to overcome.
Thus, he had long since gathered some basic information about him, and that information was enough to cast into the Soul-Burning Lamp and leave a mark of the Blood Rain Demon Venerable within his mind.
Then he would wear away that mark, destroying the Blood Rain Demon Venerable's soul utterly.
Previously, the Demon Venerable had been at his peak, his prestige unrivaled, and no one had dared oppose him.
But now that the flood dragon had plunged into the abyss, it was time for ghosts like them, hidden in the darkness, to come out for some air.
The Demon Venerable had indeed been formidable just now, but he could clearly sense that, from beginning to end, the strength he had displayed was merely that of the one-leaf Dharmakaya realm.
Moreover, the aura of a weakened soul was not so eas-
ily concealed, and the Soul-Burning Lamp was especially sensitive to it.
At this thought, the Ghost Lantern Sect Master's gaze sharpened. He gently dropped the paper into the Soul-Burning Lamp, and its flames abruptly blazed up.
In another corner, the Corpse Controlling Sect Master also gave a cold smile and pulled a cloth bundle from his robes. The bundle was dripping blood, and when he opened it, a bloodstained finger