Countless cultivators were wailing sorrowfully, in agony, cursing, begging for mercy, but none could stop their bodies from automatically flying backwards towards the center of the battlefield.
And before they reached the center, their voices abruptly ceased, finally transforming into a clawing blood mist that fused into that sword.
Some high-level cultivators, who had also practiced blood-related cultivation techniques, were the first to notice the problem.
"It's that blood energy! The blood energy from the explosion of Blood Island!"
An old man with a sallow face, looking sinister, exclaimed in horror: "We have been staying within the blood-colored formation since the beginning. At that time, we didn't feel anything, but the blood-colored energy had already silently infiltrated our flesh!"
"So, at some point, we became part of the blood-colored formation, and now with the explosion of Blood Island, as the blood energy starts to gather, we are simultaneously attracted too!"
