"Clang!"
The Xuanyuan Sword suddenly unsheathed.
A snowy white sword light shot skyward, as if wanting to slice open Yin and Yang, piercing through the firmament.
Its sharpness was incredibly fierce, making all the Blood Race strong persons dare not look directly at it!
Ji Chen wielded the Xuanyuan Sword and casually swung it.
The terrifying tidal wave was cut down with a single slash, unable to wreak havoc anymore.
But at this moment.
At the end of the Blood Sea.
Five figures broke through the world barriers, instantly traversing over to engage Ji Chen in a life and death battle.
They were True Kings of the Blood Race, each with extremely terrifying power, comparable to the peak Celestial Emperor of the Barbaric World.
Now, with five True Kings appearing together, Ji Chen was greatly outnumbered and immediately fell to a disadvantage.
"Brother Ji Chen, do not panic, we’ve come to assist you!"
Other Emperor-level strong persons from the clans did not stand idly by, at once bringing out their Emperor’s Weapons, joining the fight against several Blood Race Kings.
In an instant.
Heaven and earth collapsed, the void shattered.
The boundless Blood Sea suddenly exploded, causing countless Blood Race creatures to evaporate into thin air, thus dying a miserable death.
This was a battle of True King level, common strong persons not only couldn’t approach, they didn’t even have the right to watch.
Everyone fled hurriedly, leaving that battlefield, joining forces in the surrounding region to lay down a Grand Array, barely halting the spread of the Blood Sea.
But as time passed, in the skies above the Barbaric World, more and more cracks appeared.
Numerous Blood Race strong persons swarmed out like locusts from the depths of the cracks, crazily charging into the Barbaric World.
This was a battle between two world planes.
Either you die or I perish, with no room for any compromise!
And through the space cracks, Lu Yuan’s Celestial Dao Avatar could clearly see, at the end of the Blood Sea, there still existed a blood-red world.
That world was vast and boundless, incredibly large, even broader than the Seven-Star Wilderness World.
But most unusually.
The sky, earth, ocean, and all things of this realm appeared in a peculiar crimson, as if dyed by fresh blood.
And deep within the Blood Realm.
The first to come into view was an incomparably colossal blood-red altar constructed of eerie skeletons and star fragments.
Though it’s called an altar, it spanned billions of miles, a size so wide that it’s unimaginable.
Even as vast as the sun, moon, and stars, they seemed insignificant as dust before it.
The altar surface was engraved with bizarre symbols and Dao Patterns, emitting waves of twisted eerie terrifying energy.
A normal person glimpsing at it would probably lose sanity, flesh twisting, eternally transformed into a Blood Race slave!
And below the altar.
Strong persons standing tall, armies like clouds.
Endless Blood Race strong persons trekked from around the world, eventually gathering under the blood-red altar.
They prostrated on the ground, their gazes devout and fanatical, occasionally emitting waves of excited shoutings, as if they were holding some grand ritual.
But compared to the excited Blood Race strong persons, the various clan slaves placed upon the altar at this moment were trembling all over, bursting into waves of cries and screams.
These slaves were in rags, covered in scales and wounds, coming from different races, numbering in the millions.
But their only commonality was.
Each person had an extremely powerful aura, seemingly carefully selected, with even some possessing King-level strength.
However, those King-Sealing Strong Persons had vacant eyes, expression numb, like a walking corpse, devoid of any kingly dignity.
Moreover, their bodies were covered with horrifying scars and scabs, clearly having endured countless inhumane tortures beforehand.
"Whimper, I don’t want to die yet, I beg all the masters spare us."
"If the masters spare our lives, we’re willing to do anything!"
Countless slaves tearfully begged.
But their cries and wails not only didn’t instill any pity within the Blood Race strong persons, instead incited all Blood Race creatures to become more excited, their eyes turning the more bloodthirsty and ferocious!
"It’s useless, this is the Dark Blood Race’s divine ceremonial, you and I are all offerings to the Blood God."
"Even if an Immortal Demigod came personally, they couldn’t save us!"
Someone laughed miserably, eyes revealing a desire for death, resting all hope away.
Sure enough.
As the atmosphere of this grand ritual reached its peak.
All Blood Race strong persons simultaneously knelt on one knee, shouting hoarsely.
"Skull sacrifice to the throne, blood offering to our god!"
"Skull sacrifice to the throne, blood offering to our god!"
With everyone’s devout shouting.
In the dark.
A kind of incomparable sacred mighty power abruptly descended from the heavens.
And the millions of slaves’ cries were brought to an immediate halt.
Their bodies stiffened, all fear and despair instantly frozen upon their faces, as if becoming puppets for others to manipulate.
Right afterward.
Without any sign, their heads suddenly dropped to the ground.
Scarlet blood, like a spring, spurted from the fractures of their necks, dyeing the heavens blood-red.
Blood rain filled the skies, falling down.
And under the effect of the sacred mighty power, it evenly sprinkled upon everyone.
The Blood Race strong persons bathed in the blood rain, not showing any disgust, instead displaying faces of enjoyment, as if receiving blessings from the gods!
Meanwhile.
A phantom transparent crimson figure successfully descended above the altar.
It had no physical form, face blurred.
But its aura was extremely frightening, a trace of pressure enough to make heaven and earth wail, the void collapse, as if this world could not bear such terrifying power!