Each swallow allowed them to see blood energy circulating around their bodies, nourishing their physique and spiritual energy.
In the central area of the base, there stood a blood pool of moderate size. Unlike the calmness of other blood pools, this one was like boiling lava, bubbling intensely, with a searing aura wafting over.
A figure sat cross-legged, hovering above the blood pool. The dark wings of the Demon King slowly spread, the shadows cast by the wing tips stably supporting his body.
Scarlet blood pillars rose from the pool, surging toward his body as if they were alive, and were completely absorbed the instant they touched his skin.
The golden patterns on the wings of the Demon King slowly wriggled, as the pressure emanating from him grew more immense and majestic, like a king in the night, surrounded by an overwhelming aura of dominance, making it impossible for anyone to look directly at him.
