"Trickle, trickle, trickle, trickle...whoosh—"
The sound of flowing water approached from afar, eventually evolving into the roar of surging waves.
In the sky, a blood light spread from the horizon, quickly turning the heavens a deep crimson.
"Blood River rushing, crossing a thousand autumns."
The murmuring sound of demonic voice rose in Qing Yu's ears, and he felt his blood stir restlessly within him, as if wishing to break free from his body.
"Blood Demon Sect's 'Demon Soul Blood Summoning Sound', protect the juniors below the Divine Origin Realm." Zhang Jinggen's voice thundered across the skies.
"'Demon Soul Blood Summoning Sound', just a mere murmur can instantly kill Martial Artists below the Divine Origin Realm; the Martial Arts of the Blood Demon Sect truly exist for slaughter," Qing Yu steadied his blood and murmured to himself.
