The Blood Sect occupied a vast area, comparable in size to Zhen City.
Overlapping mountain ranges stretched far, and the air was saturated with the scent of blood.
The heart of the Blood Sect was the Sea of Blood. Here, thick, rolling crimson liquid filled the air with a sickly sweet stench of iron and death.
The peculiar sight gave the impression of having entered an alternate dimension.
Along the way, ruins were scattered everywhere. Countless low-level Cultivators had been killed by the sonic attacks. They lay unclothed, blood streaming from all seven orifices, their tragic deaths a shocking sight.
Wisps of blood qi continuously seeped from their bodies, rejoining the Sea of Blood, drawn out as long, crimson lines in the air.
Floating high above the Blood Sect, Lin Bai gazed down upon the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, his face expressionless. He hadn't spoken in a long time, appearing as a different person compared to his previous combative self.
