The enormous explosion that seemed as if it would destroy the mortal world finally subsided.
“I am the almighty one.”
The voice of the Blood Demon, crawling up from a deep and vast pit like the bottomless abyss of hell, echoed widely to the humans on the surface.
“Ugh! Gah!”
“Ughhh!”
More than half of the warriors from the Union of Righteousness spat out blood in one sudden heave.
This was the result of the Blood Demon’s sweet voice resonating with the terrible demonic energy of the Reincarnation Purgatory Formation.
Those who had internal injuries from fighting, those whose mind and body cultivation was shallow, and those who could not overcome their fear and entered into a deep mental chaos collapsed, bleeding from their eyes and noses.
The sight of humans kneeling and vomiting blood looked as if they were worshiping the very Blood Demon they had so long despised.
“Amitabha… Truly, a demon that even the heavens fear has been born.”
Buljun muttered with a deep sigh, his voice carrying the weight of sorrow.
His monk’s robes were so torn and soaked in blood that their original form was barely recognizable, and the golden aura wrapped around his body had faded greatly.
“He is a vile being that must be killed no matter what. Even if all the warriors gathered here must fall…”