Just as Lin Yuyu's cultivation was completely revealed, a voice also emerged from her beautiful mouth.
"I need a drop of blood from every cultivator on this planet, regardless of who they are. Within three breaths, you must sacrifice your blood, or face certain death."
As this icy voice, sharp as winter frost, was uttered by Lin Yuyu, Leng Qiang's brow furrowed not far away.
He pondered for a moment, then with a motion of his hand, a drop of his blood flew into the sky, and the other cultivators, upon hearing this voice, also quickly acted, each sending a drop of their blood skyward.
In the sea region, including the demon beasts on the mainland, all trembled, not daring to make a single move, also sending a drop of blood upwards.
Immediately, the world around them underwent earth-shaking changes, under which the entire sky appeared to change color.
A blood-colored curtain spontaneously arose, filling all the cultivators with an ominous premonition.
