The sky was filled with blood beads that abruptly morphed into a golden hue. From the emptiness emerged Sanskrit chants, with droplets of invincible Vajra blood materializing as though genuine Vajras were present.
Qin Huai's eyes reflected rage, and his murderous intent surged like a relentless wave. "Blood release technique, Vajra rain!"
The blood droplets in the sky began to plummet like sharp swords. Carried by a powerful gust, the whistling sound echoed like a golden thunderclap. The immense illusionary wings created by the thousands of Kun Peng demons were instantly perforated by Qin Huai's invincible Vajra blood.
"How can this be?" Tang Pi's pupils contracted. Around him, the clansmen who had just entered the bone pattern realm began to drop from the sky like raindrops.
