"Hehehehe... cough cough cough..."
Gazing at the figure enveloped in blood light, seated atop the altar, Monk Xing Mo of the Sky Ravine Sect started laughing softly. The laughter aggravated his injuries, causing him to cough again.
It was truly a case of escaping from a desperate situation.
It appeared that their own Sect Hierarch had indeed taken that step, which explained why he had never worried about incoming enemies.
To flick Monk Guangjing away with a finger—such strength had already surpassed the limits of the Soaring Dragon World. With such a foundation, why fear the cultivators' alliance forces?
"So everything was within our Hierarch's calculations!"
Xing Mo truly admired him.
Obviously, the mere humans captured from Xuezhou and the later executed traitors of the Sky Ravine Sect were not enough—the gathered blood was insufficient to activate that mysterious big array.
