The candles in the secret chamber flickered violently in the icy draft, casting twisted shadows against the walls. Stepping from the darkness was the true leader of the Blood Fiend Sect—the Blood Fiend. He was tall, his figure shrouded in thick, tangible blood mist, within which echoed the shrill wails of countless tormented souls. His eyes, glowing with an eerie red light like twin ghost fires, swept coldly over the group.
"You meddlesome ants, daring to obstruct my millennium-long plan!" The Blood Fiend's voice was low and gravelly, laced with infinite malice, as if emanating from the depths of the Nine Hells. As he spoke, the temperature in the chamber plummeted, turning everyone’s breath into white frost.
Su Yao gripped her Divine Artifact tightly, finding some solace in its radiating warmth against her racing heart. "Blood Fiend, you have committed countless atrocities across the Cultivation World. Today marks your end!" She shouted, her voice resolute and echoing through the chamber.
Chapter 100