The Mad Blood Old Demon's face was fierce, the bloody river above his head becoming even more monstrous in hue.
As the river surged, endless spiritual energy coalesced around him.
The river and spiritual energy stirred the wind and clouds all around, completely collapsing space.
The Mad Blood Old Demon roared furiously and charged directly at Bai Meng.
"Struggling is meaningless," Bai Meng's fist gathered demonic qi and he punched through the firmament, tearing it apart like a river breaking the sun's path, a roaring river, his punch sending the Mad Blood Old Demon crashing into the earth's depths.
With more and more sinister faces surging through the air, Mixed Yuan Ancient City had long since become a Sea of Blood Purgatory.
Ordinary martial artists simply couldn't endure it; the only ones still alive were those of the One Leaf Ancient God and Five Ancestors of Stone Stele caliber.
