Ye Han, sitting cross-legged under the moonlight, was engulfed in a surge of blood light, his long hair fluttering wildly, resembling a Shura from hell. Having absorbed the blood of many people, he urgently found a quiet place to refine it, extracting the pure essence of blood.
The refining process, filled with powerful negative emotions and mental fluctuations, violently impacted Ye Han's soul. Absorbing the blood and life essence of over sixty people brought him to face the toughest challenge for a zombie.
There are limits to the amount of blood a zombie of each level can absorb. Excessive mental fluctuations from the absorbed blood can be dangerous. Therefore, after feeding, zombies need a long period of slumber.
The combined mental fluctuations of over sixty people constantly battered Ye Han's soul. Knowing he must release this mental turbulence, Ye Han roared skywards, startling every creature in the forest. The blood wave around him expanded, covering a fifty-zhang radius, instantly killing or withering all life within it.
Ye Han, struggling with the mental impact, knew he had to release the accumulated mental waves, or the consequences would be unimaginable. He let out a howl that shook the forest, causing all creatures to cower in fear. His blood wave continuously expanded, eventually covering an area of fifty zhang. Every creature engulfed by this blood wave instantly died or withered.
"Ah!" Ye Han screamed, releasing the suppressed mental fluctuations within him. As he roared, the mental waves violently burst forth, shooting towards the sky. The ground beneath him collapsed, and the clouds dispersed, painting the sky above him blood-red, with a strong scent of blood pervading the air.
At the moment of the mental wave's release, all creatures in the forest lay trembling on the ground, fearfully watching in Ye Han's direction.
"Kill, kill, kill," was the only thought in Ye Han's mind at that moment, envisioning endless slaughter, desiring to drench the entire continent in blood.
"Bang!" A thunderous impact echoed as Ye Han raised his hands high and slammed them down onto the ground. The earth rolled and shook as if in the throes of a magnitude-eight earthquake.
Ye Han gasped for breath. Releasing negative emotions like this for the second time still brought him intense fear. Even when facing pursuit by holy-level powerhouses, he had never feared, but the fear in his eyes now was unprecedented.
Deep fear for his soul, far stronger than any external terror, haunted him. "I must never absorb so much blood at once again," he thought. Despite the great benefits that brought his Vanishing Corpse Technique to the fourth peak, the fear instilled in him was too great, even for a proud zombie.
Ye Han did not know that his actions had attracted much attention. His chosen location was not far from Miya City, and the extraordinary phenomenon of blood light reaching the sky was immediately sensed by some influential figures in Miya City.
"What happened there? Why is there such a strong scent of blood?" Everyone frowned, looking in the direction of the blood light. The blood scent in the air was surprising to all.
The intense blood scent indicated the blood of many creatures. "What's happening over there?" The holy child Xisedo of the Light Church, sensing something was amiss, inquired anxiously to his guards.
"Has the messenger not returned yet?" Xisedo asked urgently.
"Not yet. He hasn't come back since he left."
"He went in that direction," Xisedo said with increasing unease.
"To the east," the guard replied respectfully.
"What, to the east?" Xisedo exclaimed, realizing that the location of the blood light was to the east.
"Quickly, gather everyone and head to the eastern outpost," Xisedo ordered before hurrying to another room.
"Lord Steward."
"There's no need to speak further; I also sense something is wrong. Let's go," Xisedo said.
After resting for a moment, Ye Han also knew that people would soon come here, so he didn't stay any longer and instantly disappeared into space.
"Did you know how much the holy magic core auctioned at yesterday's Camilla auction sold for? It'll shock you," someone said in a restaurant.
"I heard it sold for an astronomical price of 110 million gold coins. It's frightening," another replied.
"Not just frightening, the bidding was intense. It's a shame to have missed it," said a third person.
"Have you heard? Yesterday, sixty-seven people from the Light Church at the eastern city gate were all killed."
"Of course, the news spread early in the morning. I heard their deaths were brutal; no bodies were left intact."
"Yes, and last night, the blood light in the forest reached the sky. The stench of blood there still hasn't dissipated."
"That's terrifying. I wonder how many people were
killed to create such a strong scent of blood."
"Ah, Miya City is not peaceful."
Ye Han and Xiaoya quietly enjoyed their meal on the second floor of the restaurant. This restaurant was quite famous in Miya City, attracting many idle swordsmen and magicians. Ye Han listened as they discussed everything that had happened the day before.
"Brother Ye Han, are they talking about you?" Xiaoya asked softly, setting down her utensils. Having spent so much time with Ye Han, she had come to understand his character quite well.
Ye Han nodded slightly. "Xiaoya, don't call me by my name in public places; it's dangerous."
"Oh, then what should I call you?" Xiaoya asked, puzzled.
"Call me Blood," Ye Han said, not knowing why he suddenly thought of this word. Now, his affinity for blood had transcended mere preference to become an obsession.
"Brother Blood sounds awkward," Xiaoya said, tilting her head and muttering to herself.
"It's only for public places; you can call me whatever you like when we're alone," Ye Han assured her.
"Okay," Xiaoya agreed, knowing that using Ye Han's name now would cause significant trouble. She had just left confinement and did not want to return to such a long period of isolation.
"Alas, do you know which family's power arrived here today?"
"Which family's big clan came?"
"Hehe, you'd never guess."
"Come on, tell us. Don't keep us hanging."
"The ones who came are the Right General of our Frost Empire and the royal family of the Flame Dragon Empire. Both groups arrived today," the speaker continued after taking a sip of water. "Their power is considerable. The Right General's family brought mostly eighth-level powerhouses, with only two holy-level powerhouses. The Flame Dragon Empire's lineup is even more impressive, almost entirely ninth-level powerhouses, and six holy-level powerhouses."
Everyone gasped at the Flame Dragon Empire's formidable lineup.
"They must be here for the same reason," someone whispered.
"That's for sure. We all know why the Frost Empire's people are here. But the Flame Dragon Empire's purpose is a mystery," another added.
"That person, who is he? Almost all the powers that have come to Miya City are here for him. Many have died at his hands recently."
"That person is extraordinary. He escaped from three ninth-level magicians of the Patekli family with only fourth-level strength. A month later, he reappeared and destroyed the entire city of Kelte. After disappearing for a while, he not only killed the patriarch of the Cres family, Christian, but also escaped from a late-stage holy-level powerhouse and two peak ninth-level magicians of the Cres family. He then disappeared for half a year, only to reappear in the Transverse Mountains, where he killed hundreds of people from various families in five days, using extremely cruel methods. He truly deserves the name 'Asura.'"
"He's more than just an Asura; he should be called 'Blood Asura,'" someone interjected.
"Why call him 'Blood Asura'?" another asked eagerly. Ye Han, of course, heard this. Since his battle with the Cres family, his deeds had gradually become known to everyone on the continent, eventually becoming a topic of casual conversation in hotels.
"The Asura of hell is known for ruthlessly killing people, and he does the same. But why call him 'Blood Asura'? It's because he seems to have a special fondness for blood. Do you know? Since he was found in the Transverse Mountains, the blood from all his victims has disappeared. They're like dried corpses."
"I've heard that too. It's really terrifying. Their bodies are shriveled, devoid of any blood," someone chimed in.
"Last night, the sixty-plus people killed by the Light Church also had the same fate, no blood in their bodies. Some speculate it's his doing, and the blood light phenomenon last night is also related to him. It's really terrifying; the stench of blood is still lingering in the air," the person said fearfully, drinking to suppress their fear, as the saying goes, 'Wine emboldens the heart.'
"The Light Church has suffered a great loss this time. The holy child Xisedo is very angry and has even offered a reward of ten million gold coins to anyone who can provide accurate information on that person's whereabouts."
Everyone sighed at the Light Church's willingness to offer ten million gold coins to find that person.
Hearing this, Ye Han frowned, sensing the increasingly tense situation. A single misstep could expose him.
"Hey, does that person over there look familiar?" someone casually noticed Ye Han and Xiaoya's direction and asked their companion quietly.
"Don't be foolish. Ten million isn't easy to earn. That person is only a fifth-level swordsman, not as strong as me. How could he be that person?" a seventh-level magician remarked. Everyone shook their heads in disappointment. Ten million gold coins was a substantial sum for these freelance practitioners.