All eyes turned to Xiao Naihe in the sky. At this moment, he had become uncanny, crazed, and terrifying. The bloody aura emanating from the longsword in his hand was so thick it made one's breathing heavy.
His eyes filled with a deep madness. Looking at Lin Yun, Xiao Naihe's voice was hoarse as he shouted, "Lin Yun, today, the Spiritual Light Pavilion will be your grave."
As his words fell, Xiao Naihe raised the blood-red longsword high and roared, "With my blood, I summon a sea of corpses and blood!"
Following Xiao Naihe's furious roar, he slashed his sword down. In an instant, a seemingly endless sea of blood gushed forth from the blade.
Watching the sea of blood descend from the sky, its sheer power was apocalyptic.
As the sea of blood continued to pour out of the blood-red longsword, the crimson color on the sword rapidly faded, and it soon returned to its original appearance.
