Not long after Bai Feng departed, Leng Xuan clutched the Demon-Purging Sword, his eyes burning with absolute resolve, and charged without a moment's hesitation toward the upside-down, blood-red fortress—the Blood Demon Cauldron, the heart of the Nether Palace.
At that moment, only a single conviction filled his heart: to buy enough time for Young Master Bai Feng and the others, to stop the Nether Palace from carrying out the living soul sacrifice, and to shatter the hundreds of years of dark rule.
As he neared the Blood Demon Cauldron, a demonic qi so dense it felt almost tangible rushed toward him like countless spectral hands trying to devour his body and soul in one go.
Chapter 850