"Good, good! As expected, I wasn't wrong. You are a Divine Medicine! Ordinary Demon Martial Artists don't possess such vigorous blood and energy!"
A small piece of the corpse coalesced, reviving due to the immortal characteristic of a Decreed Divine Spirit. A swirling fog obscured its face as it excitedly sprouted countless tendrils.
The next moment, the ground trembled. From beneath the thick snow at Wolf Tooth Pass, columns of blood erupted into the sky. Thick tendrils spiraled out from them, winding and entwining, dyeing half the heavens a murky, blood-red, as if the sky itself were engorged with blood.
"Golden Decree Divine Spirit!"
