Inside the Netherworld Palace after the fierce flames had died out, the shattered ruins were filled with a sickening stench of blood. That huge Blood Cauldron still stood in the center, its surface shimmering with an eerie, ghostly light. The blood churning inside boiled like molten lava, occasionally splashing corrosive drops of blood that burned pitch-black holes into the ground. Qiongqi shook the stone shattering from its body, its crimson, vertical pupils locked onto the Blood Cauldron, a low roar rumbling in its throat while the golden patterns all over its body flickered on and off as if warning of some impending danger.
"The aura inside this Blood Cauldron is even more terrifying than that of the Netherworld Cult master." Lin Feng gripped the Ghost Prison Demon Dragon Blade, the dragon patterns on the blade resonating with the Blood Cauldron and emitting a humming vibration. Su Yao's Ice-Polar Shadowless Sword hummed spontaneously, the blue light on the blade surging so brightly it turned everyone's faces pale. "I can sense something is about to come out."
Before her voice had even faded, the Blood Cauldron suddenly shook violently, and the lid exploded with a deafening roar. A pillar of blood surged into the sky, condensing into a distorted giant face in mid-air. That face was covered in blood blisters and cracks, with ghostly green flames dancing in its hollow eye sockets. Countless bloody tongues, each entwined with shattered souls, stretched out from its agape gi…
Chapter 253