The surging blood waves rose like a whirlpool, almost forming a blood-colored Flood Dragon.
The clouds turned into a writhing Blood Sea, the stench piercing the Nine Heavens.
One by one, the Blood Sea Palace disciples rushed from the Zhengsheng Sect to the sky, confronting Lu Changsheng and his group.
In the viscous Blood Sea, an elder in a Blood Robe appeared, towering at a height of ten feet, with disheveled blood-red hair, and a string of skulls hanging around his neck, exuding a terrifying aura.
"The skulls around his neck are the heads of Spiritual Children... He actually refined the heads of Spiritual Children into Magic Artifacts! Truly heinous!"
Zhu Xinguang recognized the origin of the skulls hanging around the Blood Infant Ancestor's neck and glared in anger.
