Slipping the Golden Blood Essence Fig safely into a jade container inside his spatial ring, Shen Yu turned his attention toward the sprawling terrain ahead.
Meanwhile, nearly three hundred miles across the blood-soaked expanse of the realm, the stagnant air over a jagged ridge warped violently.
Four silhouettes cloaked in tattered, pitch-black robes stepped out from behind a colossal rib-cage formation, gathering together in a secluded ravine.
A thick, pungent demonic pressure rolled off their bodies, all four were demonic cultivators at the Early Stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
One of them, a lanky, sickly thin man with hollow cheeks and pitch-black irises, let out a raspy, screeching chuckle.
"Finally, we have gathered together, hahahaha!" the thin man hissed, his voice grating like metal against bone.
