In the depths of the Spiritual Miao Garden, before the Blood Spirit Gate.
The old demon of Hehuan and the young demon cultivator's breaths were somewhat erratic, clearly having just gone through a fierce battle.
At their feet lay a massive corpse of a Fourth Rank Middle Grade beast, resembling a lizard with a single horn, its blood flowing endlessly, seeping into the ground.
And before them stood a gigantic crimson stone gate, as if it were solidified by countless blood.
The gate towered ten zhang high, its surface smooth as a mirror.
It exuded a blood scent so intense it was nauseating, with countless anguished faces struggling and wailing faintly within.
Above the lintel, three menacing large characters were carved in ancient demonic script—Blood Spirit Gate.
"The Blood Spirit Gate, the rumors are true!"
The young demon cultivator was so excited his face flushed, breathing heavily.
