145: Chapter 145 Seven People in One Demon Town

Venerable Lingyun sneered, his gaze sweeping over the seven of them, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Just with you lot?"

Before his voice could fade, his figure suddenly vanished from where he stood, turning into a streak of dark-red light that rushed toward the gap in the Demon-Trapping Formation that had not yet fully closed.

His speed was incredibly fast, far exceeding his level when he was pursuing Lu Jinghan just now; he had clearly exerted his full strength.

The expressions of the seven Tribulation Transcenders changed simultaneously.

That Devil Head's speed was too fast, so fast that even their Divine Senses almost failed to keep up.

Even more terrifying was his perception of space. The gap in the Demon-Trapping Formation that had not yet closed was extremely minute, something an ordinary Cultivator could not possibly detect, yet Venerable Lingyun had locked onto that position in the very first instant.

"Stop him!"

Daoist Ziyang shouted, his hands forming hand seals simultaneously as a streak of azure spiritual light surged from his palm, blasting toward the direction of the gap.

Daoist Yunlan, Lord Yangtian, and Elder Jianchi struck at the same time. Four streaks of spiritual light blasted toward the gap from different directions, attempting to force Venerable Lingyun back.

Venerable Lingyun's figure twisted in the Void Realm, forcefully changing direction and evading those four streaks of spiritual light.

But during the brief moment of this turn, the final gap of the Demon-Trapping Formation had already closed, and the net of light completely enveloped the space for tens of thousands of miles around.

Venerable Lingyun's figure materialized in the Void Realm. He could feel that the surrounding space had been completely sealed off, and the spatial pathways he took pride in could not be opened here at all.

The seven Tribulation Transcenders closed in on him from seven directions, their seven majestic auras simultaneously locking onto him, trapping him firmly in the center.

"Venerable Lingyun, this time, you won't escape," Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's voice was steady and cold, carrying an irrepressible intent to kill.

Venerable Lingyun fell silent for a moment, and a strange curve suddenly curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Escape?" he spoke in a low voice, his tone hoarse and deep. "When did this seat ever say I was going to escape?"

His gaze swept across the seven of them, and the dark-red light in his eyes suddenly flared up.

The aura of the Middle Stage of Undergoing Tribulation was released without reservation. Within that aura was mixed a demonic nature that made one's Soul tremble, as if it were not a power that a human Cultivator should possess.

"Do you think seven people can trap this seat?"

The smile on Venerable Lingyun's face grew deeper and colder.

"This seat was just worrying about not being able to find high-level Cultivators as blood food, yet you've delivered yourselves right to my door."

Before his voice could fade, his figure moved once more.

This time, instead of rushing toward the edge of the Demon-Trapping Formation, he lunged toward Yang Qingtian, the weakest in cultivation among the seven.

His speed was astonishingly fast, tearing through the Void Realm and arriving in an instant.

Yang Qingtian's expression changed drastically, and he hastily activated a defensive Divine Ability, causing a golden light barrier to condense in front of him.

Venerable Lingyun struck the light barrier with his palm. The dark-red spiritual power collided with the golden barrier, erupting in a deafening roar. Yang Qingtian was shaken back several steps before he barely managed to stabilize his figure.

His face turned pale and flushed in turns, his eyes filled with shock.

He was at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, an existence standing at the pinnacle of this world. Although he hadn't exerted his full strength just now, he had still been forced back by a single palm strike from a Devil Head at the Middle Stage of Undergoing Tribulation. This simply overturned his understanding.

Venerable Lingyun did not give him any breathing room, lunging forward once more, but this time, the attacks of Ancestor Zhou Huaixu and the others had already arrived.

Six Tribulation Transcenders, six majestic streams of spiritual power, blasted toward Venerable Lingyun from different directions at the same time.

Golden fist-force, azure sword-light, crimson pillars of fire, icy-blue cold beams... The six Divine Abilities interwove into a tight, airtight net, firmly enveloping Venerable Lingyun within.

Venerable Lingyun sneered, and several dark-red runes surged around him, turning into layers of thick, blood-colored light barriers.

The seven Divine Abilities blasted against the light barriers, erupting in a deafening roar that caused the entire Void Realm to tremble violently. Yet, the moment those Divine Abilities touched the blood-colored light barriers, more than half of them dissipated silently.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's pupils contracted slightly. He had used eighty percent of his strength in that punch, but in front of Venerable Lingyun, it had only caused that layer of blood-colored light barrier to tremble slightly.

Daoist Ziyang's expression was grave, his hands continuously changing hand seals as several azure sword-lights slashed toward Venerable Lingyun from different directions. However, the moment the sword-lights touched that layer of light barrier, they were completely devoured by a bizarre power.

Daoist Yunlan, Lord Yangtian, Elder Jianchi, and the others also changed their expressions one after another. Their attacks actually had no effect whatsoever on that Devil Head.

"Just with the likes of you, you want to kill this seat?"

Venerable Lingyun's laughter echoed in the Void Realm, hoarse and ear-piercing, carrying unconcealed mockery.

With a wave of his hand, blood-colored runes surged once more, forcing the seven of them back several steps simultaneously.

"Floating in the Sea of Blood!"

Venerable Lingyun shouted in a low voice, his hands suddenly coming together in a clasp.

A dark-red pillar of light shot into the sky from his body, exploding in the Void Realm and turning into an boundless blood-colored ocean that completely enveloped all seven Tribulation Transcenders.

The blood sea surged, dark-red waves crashing wave after wave, carrying a suffocating smell of blood and demonic nature.

Within the blood sea, countless distorted faces surged and roared. Those were the lingering resentful Souls of the Cultivators devoured by Venerable Lingyun, condemned to never be reincarnated for eternity within the blood sea.

The seven Tribulation Transcenders' expressions changed drastically, and they hastily activated their Divine Abilities to protect themselves.

Ancestor Zhou Huaixu's body shone with brilliant golden light, isolating the power of the blood sea, but his expression was even more grave than before.

He could feel that this blood sea was continuously corroding his protective spiritual light, like maggots on a bone, impossible to dispel.

Daoist Ziyang repeatedly waved the jade ruler in his hand, and azure light surged like a tide, forming an azure light barrier around him.

But under the corrosion of the blood sea, that light barrier was dimming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Daoist Yunlan, Lord Yangtian, Elder Jianchi, and the others were not doing any better.

Although their cultivations were all at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence, within this blood sea, they actually felt as though they had strength but nowhere to apply it.

Those dark-red waves could not only devour their spiritual power but also corrode their minds, causing their consciousness to drift slightly.

Venerable Lingyun stood in the center of the blood sea, looking down from on high at the seven figures trapped by the blood sea, the smile on his face growing deeper and colder.

"This seat would like to see how long you can hold out."

His voice echoed in the blood sea, carrying a certainty that made one shudder.

This Floating in the Sea of Blood was an ancient Demonic Technique he activated using the power of the Origin within that Blood Bead, more than a hundred times stronger than ordinary blood sacrifice techniques.

If he were in his prime, this blood sea would be enough to submerge an entire Imperial Dynasty, turning billions of living beings into blood food.

Although it had not yet recovered, trapping seven at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence was more than enough.

The seven Tribulation Transcenders struggled to hold on within the blood sea, their expressions each uglier than the last.

They did not understand why a Devil Head at the Middle Stage of Undergoing Tribulation could possess such terrifying strength.

His Cultivation Technique, his Divine Abilities, and his spiritual power far exceeded the scope of Cultivators of the same rank, and were even stronger than theirs at the Peak of Tribulation Transcendence.