Under the immense Blood Curtain, from afar, the Flower Demon appeared like a tiny seven-star ladybug, gently swaying with the night breeze.
"Flower Demon, it's up to you now!" the Heavenly Demon encouraged.
"Hehehe…" The Flower Demon burst into a coquettish laugh, her voice tinged with mockery: "Hehehe, I cannot fathom why men and women of the world do such things. Why would anyone want to be a monk...? Hehehe..."
Below, tens of thousands of monks at Tianyun Temple, each one a component of the Great Blood Curtain Formation, sat with heads bowed and eyes closed, solemnly chanting, their pale faces showing nothing but agony.
The Great Blood Curtain Formation drew from their Essence Blood as its source, constantly extracting with profound incantations; under such circumstances, the monks' essence was unstable and their spirits adrift, making them extremely weak.
