Half of the Blood Saint's soul ascended, leaving not even a trace of his bones behind.
Violent thunder struck the very spot where the Blood Saint died, as if even the heavens deemed him a filthy grime.
Ye Bai and Big Gray emerged from the Thunder Pool, feeling a sense of relief in their hearts.
That indomitable cockroach was finally dealt with.
In the dark and profound underground, a series of buildings lay sprawled like a giant dragon, majestic in presence.
In one corner of this grand architecture, the Blood Palace burned like crimson flames in the abyss, scorching the tranquility of the dark.
The enormous hall seemed like an ancient fierce beast, curling underground without a trace of daylight, with only its endless blood-red hue emitting a bizarre yet sacred aura.
Inside the Blood Palace, the towering dome almost seemed unreachable, embedded with countless tiny blood-red gems, skulls were everywhere, reflecting the palace master's taste.
