Blood stained the skies, the scent of it was overwhelming.
Not only did they fail to reach those three Black Demon Flowers, they couldn't even advance a mile before losing more than half of their people.
The cultivators inside the Northern River Border's light screen helplessly watched their companions die, their eyes filled with bloodshot rage, releasing unwilling low growls.
But... they couldn't rush out.
If they burst out of the Northern River Great Formation, it would be a suicidal outcome, not only failing to save them but also accelerating the fall of Northern River Border.
"Go back... Go back to the Northern River Great Formation!" Wu Yan laughed grimly, his Qi-Blood soared suddenly, bright blood flowers blooming from his pores.
He groaned, as if enduring some pain, his physical body kept cracking, blood flowers splattering in patches.
