Ominous signs suddenly emerged, as blood waves swept through the territory rapidly, knocking down walls and submerging everyone up to their waists.
Yin Baishuang and Su Jing were about to take flight with Sword Control to avoid these strange blood waves of unknown origin.
However, before they could make a move, they saw Lin Zheng, who was close by and still dazed, completely drenched by the blood wave. Strangely, he showed no sign of injury.
Upon closer inspection, those cultivators who hadn't joined the scramble for Zeng Zhishan were also unharmed within the blood wave.
It seemed that these blood waves only devoured those whose humanity had fallen.
After consuming those dozens of people, the ancient locust tree that had grown from deep within the earth veins sprouted madly. In an instant, it towered a hundred feet tall, its thick foliage unfurling with a clanging sound akin to metal plates, each leaf shimmering with an icy metallic luster.
