Nan Province, Black Wind Valley.
This area is surrounded by continuous mountains, with rugged and precipitous terrain, and has always been a desolate and dangerous place rarely visited by people.
But at this moment, the basin at the deepest part of the valley was crowded with countless figures.
Thousands of innocent civilians, dressed in rags, were forcibly detained here.
The valley was filled with piercing cries, desperate pleas for mercy, and curses tinged with resentment, creating a turbulent atmosphere.
"Devils! You bunch of devils! You'll all die a horrible death!"
An elderly man with white hair and beard was kicked to the ground by a thug, but he still struggled with all his might, letting out a hoarse roar.
"Please, please, spare my child! He's too young, he doesn't understand anything!"
A young mother held her infant tightly beneath her body, her tears long since dried, leaving only endless despair.
The only response they received was the mocking, cold laughter of hundreds of figures in blood-red robes.
The Blood Baleful Intent Hall cultists watched the struggling and wailing mortals with indifference, their eyes devoid of any pity.
In front of the crowd, a towering mound of corpses made up of thousands of water demons stood tall.
A soaring, bloody Sha Qi and intense resentment filled the air, sending chills down one's spine.
At the summit of Jingguan, a handsome young man with an eerie air stood with his hands behind his back.
His magnificent crimson robe accentuated his outstanding figure, and a languid smile played on his lips.
His peach blossom eyes swept indifferently over the desperate, wailing people below, his gaze icy and cold.
It was as if the human tragedy before him was merely a beautiful painting for him to admire.
This person was none other than the Sixth Lord of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall.
A top expert who possesses the King Realm Eighth Level and controls the Blood River Domain.
"The desperate cries of mortals are truly the most beautiful music in the world."
The Sixth Palace Master sighed softly to himself.
He then slowly raised his hand and lightly waved his sleeve.
"The time has come, begin the ceremony."
His voice was soft and calm, yet it carried an eerie magic, echoing throughout the entire Black Wind Valley.
Hundreds of the Blood Baleful Intent Hall elites immediately obeyed the order and simultaneously slashed their own wrists.
A torrent of blood gushed out, spilling onto the mountain of corpses below.
Buzz--!
The entire mountain of corpses trembled violently, and an endless, extremely dense, blood- Sha Qi soared into the sky.
They swirled and converged wildly in mid-air, coalescing into an enormous, blood-red vortex.
The massive remains of demonic corpses rapidly withered and weathered, their essence of flesh and blood, and their cultivation origins, all being drawn out and devoured by the vortex.
The space at the center of the vortex twisted violently, and a pitch-black rift was forcibly torn apart.
In the shadows, some terrifying and eerie presence is about to descend upon the mortal realm from the other side of the void.
Hehehehe...
A piercing, bizarre, inhuman laugh echoed from the dark crack.
A huge, withered, pale arm with sharp, piercing nails emerged from the crack first.
Clinging tightly to the edge of the space, he suddenly and forcefully pulled!
Sizzle!
The spatial rift was instantly torn open and expanded several times over.
A ferocious monster, about three zhang tall, slowly descended from the blood-red vortex.
Its entire body was pale and skinless, with dark red muscles and blue veins fully exposed.
A pair of rotten, giant fleshy wings grew from its back, and its scarlet vertical pupils gleamed with ferocity.
It locked its gaze on the thousands of mortals below, its throat constantly emitting gurgling swallowing sounds, filled with an extreme craving for fresh flesh and blood.
This is a powerful Blood Race at the King Realm Second Level!
"Go, my servant."
The Sixth Hall Master, Blood Slaughter, spread his arms wide, looking down upon all living beings like a god, his face filled with a morbid ecstasy.
These fresh, bloody offerings are all yours.
"Roar!!!"
The Blood Race let out a furious roar that shook the entire valley.
The rotting fleshy wings suddenly flapped, transforming into a scarlet blood shadow that charged straight at the unarmed civilians in a frenzied attack!
Utter despair instantly enveloped the entire scene.
All the people closed their eyes and quietly awaited their death.
In that split second between life and death!
Two figures suddenly burst out from the crowd, barely standing between the common people and the Blood Race!
boom!
The jet-black, blood-red claws clashed violently with the flaming longsword, unleashing a terrifying shockwave!
"Puff!"
The Demon Suppression Guard holding the knife trembled violently, as if struck by a tremendous force.
He was sent flying dozens of feet away in an instant, scattering blood droplets all along the way, before crashing heavily to the ground. His breathing was disordered, and his fate was unknown.
" Old Zhang!"
The Demon Suppression Guard to the side, holding a sword, had eyes that were bloodshot with rage and was filled with grief and indignation.
Both One-Star Demon Suppression Envoy, and their cultivation levels were both at the King Realm First Level.
Ordered to infiltrate Black Wind Valley, with the intention of working from within and without to rescue thousands of innocent civilians.
But no one expected that the Blood Baleful Intent Hall would secretly summon a powerful Blood Race demon at the King Realm Second Level.
In just one exchange, the battle completely collapsed, and they were at a significant disadvantage.
This Blood Race demon not only possessed unparalleled strength, but its physical regenerative abilities were also terrifyingly powerful.
The wounds inflicted by the two men's all-out hacking and slashing healed completely in an instant, leaving no trace.
"Jehovah--!"
The Blood Race demon let out a piercing shriek, its fleshy wings flapped again, and it transformed into a blood-red afterimage.
Ignoring the sword cultivator's desperate attempts to stop him, he pounced straight at the heavily injured and fallen Old Zhang.
His crimson pupils were filled with extreme greed.
The severely injured King Realm cultivator possessed pure and rich blood essence, making him far more delicious than ordinary mortals!
"You beast! Don't even think about hurting my brother!"
The sword cultivator roared angrily, and the spiritual light on his longsword surged.
Thousands of sharp Sword Qi intertwined to form a dense sword net, desperately blocking the demons' offensive.
However, the Blood Race demon's physical body was incredibly powerful. With a sudden charge, the sturdy sword net shattered inch by inch.
The sharp, withered claws were aimed straight at Old Zhang Zhang's skull, a fatal blow that could not be avoided!
At the summit of Jingguan, Blood Slaughter, the Sixth Hall Master who had witnessed the entire event, smiled even more broadly.
"Struggle and wail as much as you want."
"The despair of the King Realm expert possesses a uniquely poignant beauty compared to that of an ordinary person."
He chuckled indifferently.
He had even planned ahead that after the Blood Servant slaughtered everyone, he would refine the heads of the two Demon Suppression Envoy into Blood Cups and add them to his collection as a unique artifact.
An atmosphere of deathly silence and despair completely permeated the entire Black Wind Valley.
Just as the blood-red claws were about to pierce through Old Zhang's head!
"Um?"
The ecstatic smile on Blood Slaughter's face suddenly froze completely.
An invisible and intangible chill, originating from the very source of the soul, swept through the body like a venomous snake.
This is not the cold felt by the physical body, but the instinctive tremor of the soul in higher beings.
This aura...
His eerie peach blossom eyes narrowed violently, and the image of that purple-black divine lightning curtain that covered thousands of miles and judged all things uncontrollably surfaced in his mind.
It's that monster!
How did he end up here?
The thought hadn't even formed yet.
A figure in black descended Soundless, steadily blocking the heavily injured Old Zhang and perfectly preventing the Blood Race from delivering its fatal blow.
Waves rise without wind, Soundless.
He stood silently in place, as if he had existed there since time immemorial.
Dressed in black with black hair, he stood tall and straight, his back view exuding a cold and domineering aura.
"Roar?"
The Blood Race's simple killing instincts froze instantly.
It sensed the arrival of a new prey; the figure before it possessed a deeper, more alluring aura.
Without hesitation, its sharp claws, imbued with the dense, decaying laws, viciously slashed towards the back of that figure!
Despite the deadly attack, the young man in black never turned around.
He simply raised his right hand slowly.
In an instant, the world within the Blood Race demon's pupils underwent a complete and drastic change!
The young man in black suddenly vanished.
In its place lies a vast, boundless Divine Prison world that stretches across heaven and earth!
High above the nine heavens, the Purple-Black Thunder Palace stands majestically, with countless chains of lightning hanging high, holding the reins of judgment over all the heavens!
Beneath the Nine Netherworlds, the boundless hell of depravity spreads, endless punishments fall to the ground, suppressing countless evil spirits of antiquity!
This powerful vampire demon, King Realm Second Level Blood Race who dominated the battlefield, was as insignificant as a speck of dust or an ant.
An unparalleled will, transcending all laws and judging everything, crashed down.
From the very source, subject it to the most severe and thorough judgment of the soul!
To be born into this world is itself a sin!