When the Blood Demon Grand Magic was unfurled, the golden vortex sent endless quantities of blood and qi into Meng Hao, along with spirit meridians and cultivation bases.
RUUMMMBBLLLLEEE!
Only ten breaths of time had passed since the initial onslaught, yet Meng Hao's body had fallen apart three times. The third time was because of a combined attack from the early Dao Seeking expert from the Solitary Sword Sect, the Golden Frost Sect puppet, and tens of thousands of cultivators.
Despite all of this, he refused to budge, nor did he allow anyone to enter through the gap.
When the Blood Demon Sect disciples behind the shield saw his body on the verge of collapse, blood smeared on his skin and soaking his clothes, their eyes went red. There were even some from the group of 30,000 survivors from the first spell formation who leaped up and began to charge toward the battlefield.
"Blood Prince!!"
"Blood Prince, we will fight with you!!"
