The Turtle in the Jar

Qi Yuan had only just attained the Half-Immortal realm. Compared to these two unfathomable Devil Masters, the gap was simply too vast. How could he possibly withstand them?

"Too weak. Simply hideous!"

The Innate Blood Demon stood in the void, his smile cruel and cold. "Still, your Half-Immortal-level Kirin Blood Essence is indeed far stronger than those mongrel beasts from before. I'll accept this generous gift!"

Before his voice had even faded, that blood-red river stretching for ten thousand miles suddenly twisted. Countless demonic blades overlapped and interwove, unexpectedly condensing into a demonic hand that blotted out the sky and sun.

Blood-colored patterns coiled across its palm. As its five fingers spread, the void collapsed inch by inch. Carrying a savage force capable of crushing all things, it ferociously clawed down toward Qi Yuan.

Boom!!

In an instant, heaven and earth shattered, the laws wailed, and the entire world seemed to return to Chaos beneath that single palm.

"Clan leader!"

Countless members of the Qilin Clan watched the lone figure facing the demonic palm, their eyes wide with anguish as blood-like despair surged within them.

At this critical moment—

The Heart Demon Emperor, who had remained in the rear and silently deciphered the formation, suddenly trembled!

A trace of unprecedented agitation flashed through her abyss-like eyes, as if she had glimpsed some variable beyond her control.

"Not good. Blood Demon, retreat!"

The Heart Demon Emperor shouted sharply. Without the slightest hesitation, demonic aura erupted wildly all over her body, transforming into a dark shadow that shot away at lightning speed.

Her hurried retreat was utterly devoid of her usual composure, as if some primordial beast that had slumbered since ancient times had suddenly awakened behind her.

"What's going on?!"

The Innate Blood Demon's eyes sharpened. Seeing that the prey about