In the darkness, the skeleton made of flesh and blood was silent for a long time, the flames of hatred undiminished in its eye sockets.
But its gaze shifted towards Lin Bai, who had just refined the blood of five people in front of the palace on Blood Mountain. The depths of its eyes were profound, "With my current power, if I wish to forcibly eradicate this boy, I fear that Qinghe's lingering will would spare no expense to completely destroy the Crimson Immortal Sect!"
"Since that is the case, I cannot make a move, but that does not mean others cannot!"
"Qinghe, you want to see your clansmen, but that will depend on whether he survives long enough to see you!"
"You have let down my Crimson Immortal Sect, you must pay the price for your actions..."
The old skeleton's eyes flashed with a sharp light!
