"Let me recover first."
The Blood Spirit Demon Lord's scarlet demonic eyes greedily swept over the towering city before him, his voice low.
Previously, his entanglement with those annoying Cultivators from the Kunlun Immortal Sect had consumed a significant amount of his Origin Qi.
This White Cloud City, currently teeming with Cultivators, was, to him, a ready-made tonic.
If he could refine all the living beings within it, he would not only replenish his losses but also accumulate a surge of power to face the upcoming battles.
Naturally, Yu Hantian dared not voice any objections, a hint of excitement flashing deep within his eyes.
Shenxuan Sect, and that damned Demon-Slaying Sword Master!
Just wait to die!
Outside the window, the previously clear sky was instantly covered by a dark red curtain, obscuring the heavens and the sun, enveloping the entire White Cloud City.
An indescribably immense power descended from the sky, like countless colossal mountains crashing down.
Heaven and earth trembled violently.
White Cloud City's proud city-protecting Formation, with its intricate runes flickering and dimming, appeared powerless after the very first impact, as spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly, making it seem on the verge of collapse.
"How is this possible!
This… this White Cloud City's city-protecting Formation was forged from the life's work of an Array Grandmaster; how could it be so easily shattered?!"
Inside the city, an experienced Old Cultivator cried out in alarm, his voice trembling with fear.
Boom!
Another massive impact.
The ground shook violently, and the city-protecting Formation completely shattered.
Bone-chilling Yin winds howled through the streets, carrying the mournful wails of countless resentful spirits, and a blood-red mist began to permeate the air.
"Haha, all of you shall become a part of me!"
The Blood Spirit Demon Lord cackled madly.
"Ahhh!"
Even holding one's breath was useless; this blood mist was all-pervasive, and weaker Cultivators in the city instantly exploded, their desperate screams mixing with the chaos.
The carved beams of the Moon Embracing Pavilion were already groaning under the unbearable pressure.
"How is this possible… How could this Demonic Lord come here?"
Xie Yunliu's face changed dramatically, his previous arrogance completely gone, replaced only by shock.
Lu Fan urgently pressed, "Hey! Do you know the origin of this demonic thing?"
"I am not 'hey,' I am Xie Liuyun, a True Disciple of Kunlun's Ninth Meridian!"
Though displeased, Xie Liuyun still explained rapidly, his voice trembling slightly under the pressure, "This is the Blood Spirit Great Art, long lost, and should only be mastered by the Blood Spirit Demon Lord. After this Demonic Lord escaped, many powerful figures from the Immortal Sect should have gone to suppress him."
"Could it be that they failed?"
Thinking of the worst outcome, his heart sank as if into an ice cellar.
But no matter what, this Devil Head was absolutely not someone they could contend with.
"Come closer."
Xie Liuyun said in a deep voice, the ancient jade at his waist suddenly glowing with a clear, shimmering light, forming a protective barrier that barely shielded himself and a few meters around him.
"Thank you!"
Li Taiqing and the others' eyes also lit up; they hadn't expected this person to be quite decent.
Lu Fan also sighed, "Brother Xie is righteous!"
However.
Under this overwhelming demonic might, the protective barrier was like a candle flame in a gale, appearing as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
"What exactly is the origin of this Blood Spirit Demon Lord?"
Li Taiqing asked with a solemn expression, hurrying to inquire.
Xie Liuyun gave a desperate, bitter smile, "This Devil Head is an Ascension Realm powerhouse, absolutely not someone we can contend with."
"I contacted the Sect; the Blood Spirit Demon Lord evaded the Sect's encirclement. It's over, it's all over."
Lu Fan, standing nearby, couldn't help but say, "The Kunlun Immortal Sect is so powerful, can it really do nothing against this Devil Head?"
Xie Liuyun retorted irritably, "The strength of this Devil Head is far beyond what we can imagine. You should know that back then, this Devil Head single-handedly slaughtered an ancient Immortal Sect. If not for my Kunlun Ancestral Master taking action and forcing this Devil Head into the ancient Forbidden Land, who knows how many more people this Devil Head would have massacred."
"I didn't expect it; this Devil Head hid in the Demon Sinking Abyss, and his strength hasn't diminished in the slightest."
Upon hearing this.
Everyone's hearts turned cold.
A Devil Head that even the numerous Immortal Sects of the Central Plains found difficult to deal with, they actually encountered him?
Were they that unlucky?
"But my Master sensed that I was in mortal danger, so he should come to save me."
Xie Liuyun forced himself to stay strong, a glimmer of hope igniting in his eyes.
"He is a peerless powerhouse who has been famous for many years."
His Master, Purple Yang Old Ancestor, was a giant who had been famous in the Central Plains for countless years.
Previously, it must have been this Demonic Lord's cunning that allowed him to escape the pursuit.
Xie Liuyun thought so, but for some reason, he felt a lack of confidence in his heart.
Hearing Xie Liuyun say this, everyone felt a little more at ease.
However, Li Taiqing still felt it wasn't very reliable and said, "Since you also called for your Master… I will too."
He felt that the person in front of him wasn't very reliable; if the other party's Master didn't come, wouldn't they be finished?
However, he also felt a bit embarrassed, as last time in the Ten Thousand Demon Ridge, if Han Xuanji hadn't intervened, he would have died.
This time, he would have to trouble the elderly man again.
But this time involved countless lives in the city, so he couldn't afford to think too much.
"Your Master?"
Xie Liuyun glanced at Li Taiqing, frowning deeply, and blurted out instinctively, "Your Master is merely a newly Ascended Immortal from the Eastern Azure Continent; what use would he be against such a monstrous and terrifying Great Demonic Lord?"
Though these words were harsh, they were also the reality.
The Blood Spirit Demon Lord had slaughtered multiple Ascended Immortals; his strength was incredibly terrifying. Just this record and reputation alone were enough to make ordinary Ascended Immortal powerhouses retreat three steps.
Li Taiqing retorted indignantly, "My Master's strength is beyond your imagination! My Master is definitely more powerful than your Master!"
"Kid, you really have no sense of proportion."
Xie Liuyun glared, feeling his Master had been offended.
Li Taiqing was about to say, 'What do you know?'
Suddenly.
The tall building shook, and a terrifying surge of blood Qi condensed into a long spear, striking towards them.
Evidently, the Blood Spirit Demon Lord had also noticed these few ants struggling to resist.
"Damn it, quickly follow me and escape!"
Xie Liuyun immediately stood up, leading the others in a swift escape.
His cultivation at the ninth layer of the Void Transformation Realm barely allowed him to lead a few people through the blood mist.
Seeing this, the Blood Spirit Demon Lord became somewhat interested, saying playfully, "Heh heh, a little bug with some skill."
Yu Hantian focused his gaze and noticed the Disciple robes on Lu Fan, immediately recalling some unpleasant memories, and said, "Demonic Lord, allow me to capture these little bugs for you."
A scarlet glint flashed in the Blood Spirit Demon Lord's eyes, and he nodded mockingly, "Go ahead. Leave the Kunlun boy alive; perhaps he can be exchanged for some benefits, or at the very least, vent some anger."