A heart-wrenching cry echoed between the still heavens and earth.
The sorrow in Hou Yuduan's voice moved everyone present.
Only the Southern Medicine Master and Wuxin the Taoist Master, floating in mid-air, were different from the others, and it was unclear whether they were accustomed to such scenes or if their immense power rendered them devoid of ordinary human emotions; their eyes showed little emotion.
"A third-rank demon, its physical body indestructible. Years ago, when Mo Yunzi supposedly slew the Blood Demon, it was merely by using the Divine Dynasty's seal to suppress its body and imprison its soul. Mo Yunzi must have known that the Blood Demon would eventually return, which is why he took the Blood Demon's thousand-year-old heartwood to forge the three Spirit Swords: Xue Zhao, Xue Yang, and Blood Shadow, all for today."
