While Wang Shouzhe and his group were making arrangements outside the Blood-colored Ruins, within the Blood-colored World, an independent spatial fragment, the Devil Race force led by Supreme E had already begun a fierce slaughter against the blood puppet army.
This blood-colored fragment world seemed to possess its own independent heavenly laws.
Beneath the shroud of blood-colored mist, the world was deep and stable.
The motley energies seeping in through spatial fissures—whether the five-element energies from the main world or the dark energies from the Endless Abyss—all converged and fused here, before being assimilated by the blood-colored mist and ultimately becoming part of this Blood-colored World.
And at this moment.
Within the Blood-colored World.
Centered around the rotten, sinister Blood-colored Devil Hall, the thick blood-colored fog grew increasingly violent. At some unknown point, it had already gathered into a massive blood-colored vortex.
The army of blood-colored puppets emerged one after another, like a swarm of locusts that could never be completely killed.
At the very front of the advancing devil vessel, Supreme E had expanded into his Supreme body. He resembled an ancient devil god roaming the cosmos, radiating overwhelming devilish might.
He gripped a Demon Blade burning with black flames. With every sweep of the blade, clusters upon clusters of blood-colored puppets turned to ash.
Yet they did not seem to have died. Instead, they transformed back into masses of blood-colored energy and rejoined the enormous vortex, as though it would not be long before they became blood-colored puppets once more.
Supreme Ming's devil body was far less towering and robust than Supreme E's. Under the assault of what seemed like an endless tide of blood-colored puppets, he appeared unable to hold on, increasingly hard-pressed, and ever more bedraggled.
He roared, "Lord E, there is something strange about the