Dozens of ropes and chains, treasure-like items, emerged from the depths of the Sea of Blood, encircling Minghe Laozu's entire body, dragging him straight into the Sea of Blood.
Shennong raised his hand, pressing down. Dozens of long nails simultaneously attacked, piercing through all the joints of Minghe Laozu's Dao Body, once again nailing him to the bottom of the great city ruins.
Yet another round of explosions began.
Li Ping'an frowned as he watched, carefully sensing, and muttered, "The power of the Sea of Blood has decreased by less than one ten-thousandth, do we really have to kill Minghe Laozu over ten thousand times?"
"As long as we can kill him, it's fine," Xuanyuan Huangdi replied plainly, "If it takes ten thousand times, then we will do it ten thousand times. We'll take turns; even if it takes a year or two, we can kill enough."
Black lines appeared on Li Ping'an's forehead.
Maybe there's a way we can think of something from the Sea of Blood.
