Invisible blades of gang wind slashed into the monstrous sea of blood, but to little effect. The moment the wind tore open the bloody curtain, more black blood would immediately surge forth to seal the breach.
Song Changsheng's expression was grim. He raised his Treasure Gourd and took several large gulps, instantly erupting with even more majestic Spiritual Power. A massive, phantom Copper Bell materialized, emitting waves of sonorous chimes.
The sea of blood began to churn violently, showing signs of receding.
Perched high above, the Black Steward gave a cold smile and casually raised his right arm. A river of blood, filled with the wails of Fierce Ghosts, surged forth from his wide sleeve.
The river had devoured an untold number of living beings. Countless Yin Souls shrieked from within it, and the piercing sound caused everyone present to feel their minds waver.
CRASH!
