Qin Soul

Elsewhere, Duan Sijing and Meng Chen faced the Blood Sea.

Though, because of Fu Henghua, the great figures of the immortal path today understood the Blood Sea and Blood Demon arts incomparably well. They recognized the spells and demonic arts of this ancient Blood Demon before them and knew how to restrain them.

But the power of these two Tribulation Immortals could not be unleashed to defeat the Blood Sea.

As they watched the Blood Sea roll forward inch by inch, transforming the earth into a Devil Domain, the two were frantic as if their hearts were on fire, yet utterly helpless.

Even the two of them had nearly died beneath the Blood Demon's aggressive, pressing assault.

Fortunately, the stars fell from the heavens. Tianjing Zi hurried to the Baiqiang Waters and activated the Seven-Star Pagoda Fu Henghua had ordered built, relying on the power of the Origin Stars in the high firmament to temporarily curb the Blood Demon's ferocity.

Seizing the chance, Duan Sijing's gaze swiftly swept over the other three battlefields.

"Mu Shansheng's side is still all right. With Fu Henghua supporting him, he can barely hold on for now. But the other two—"

The Myriad-Eyed Evil Coffin moved as though entering an unguarded realm. No one could contend with it, and it was on the verge of charging into the Coiling Dragon Mountain Range.

Meanwhile, although the black-robed man in the east had run into the Fu Family, he was clearly holding the upper hand for now.

Flames roared. Even the unfathomably profound Five-Colored Divine Light was like a firefly within a sea of flames, burned clean away in the blink of an eye. Had the Wind Sovereign not descended and used power comparable to a Feather Immortal's to shield the Fu Family bloodline, every Fu