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Chapter 216 Blood Altar

"Where the Blood Butterfly passes will be reflected on this blood-red parchment."

"My Blood Butterfly can fly more than ten kilometers a day. In five days at most, it should be able to explore the entire secret realm."

"I can only wait a little longer."

"Ye Bai is really like an unkillable cockroach."

"Having collected so much blood, it's time to awaken the Crimson Legion."

Compared to the Black Knight and Red Knight, the two protectors, the Crimson Legion is the true foundation of the Blood Saint.

However, summoning the Crimson Legion requires a Blood Pool as a medium. Last time, during the ritual to summon the Demon God, the Blood Saint was ambushed by the Black Water Serpent, and the whereabouts of the Blood Pool are unknown.

Left with no other choice, the Blood Saint had to empty his coffers and painstakingly create another one.

"However, it can only be done at night when the yin energy is at its peak."

A cold smile appeared on the lips of the Blood Saint.

The Frost Rose Camp is a gathering place for all the most beautiful contestants.

They were founded by Wenwen, who ranked first in the Phoenix Cup and held the title of Flame Valkyrie.

Wenwen's long hair was like a blazing flame, and under the blowing wind, this fiery red hair fluttered wildly in the wind.

Her right hand gripped a long spear that shone with a fiery red light.

The spearhead, sharp as a blade, pointed straight to the sky, as if it could pierce a hole in the heavens.
She wore a fiery red, gilded armor forged from flaming iron, its surface engraved with intricate runes and rose patterns.

"The Red Bulls, the Fools, and the Golden Sun have all sprung into action."

"We cannot sit idly by and wait to die. Once they grow stronger, they may turn against us."

These four factions were all founded by players ranked in the top ten of the Phoenix Cup.

They have reached a certain understanding for now, and after eliminating the powerful lone wolves, they will naturally target other teams.

The final two teams will compete for a spot in the next round.

"So, Wenwen, what's your decision?"

"Should we do what they did, find Ye Bai first, and eliminate him?"

A woman with ice-blue hair, surrounded by ice-type pets that looked like ice cream cones, slowly spoke.

She ranked eighth in the Phoenix Cup and was known as Frost in the cold winter.

Leng Shuang was holding a thick magic book in her hands, flipping through it quickly.

"No, we should do the opposite."

"If others want to destroy him, we should protect him."

"I have a vague feeling that our path to success lies with Ye Bai."

"He was the first place winner in the first and second rounds of the Young Scale Cup, plus Yun Luo, whose strength is unknown."

"You should know that some breeders are also seasoned poison masters."

"Don't forget, who is Ye Bai's teacher?"

"It's the genius girl Zhang Lingxue."

"Our top priority right now is to gather resources, not to waste too much time on infighting."

Wenwen said firmly.

The fact that Ye Bai is Zhang Lingxue's last disciple is easy to find out if someone wants to investigate.

in the forest.

Ye Bai watched as plump insects devoured the leaves.

Every now and then, they would spit out a clump of white, clay-like insect silk from their mouths.

Each insect was as thick as Ye Bai's arm. Their mouthparts were like two sharp daggers, and the iron-hard iron leaves were quickly gnawed and pitted.

"Ye Bai, what's so interesting about this kind of strange beast? Let's hurry up and get on our way."

The blue-haired man urged Ye Bai on.

"Don't worry, I've discovered a group of interesting strange beasts here."

"If we can handle it properly, with these strange beasts alone, we have a chance to take the top spot in the third round."

"You should know that the value of us breeders lies in raising, evolving, advancing, and healing pets."

"Do you know why this year's competition has set aside a separate round for us to enter the secret realm to compete?"

"This is to let us use our eyes to discover all possibilities, to prove that cultivators are not flowers in a greenhouse, and that even without experimental equipment, they can conduct experiments and write papers in a secret realm."

Ye Bai took a sip of water and continued.

"On the surface, the pet masters of the Phoenix Cup are the main force, while the breeders of the Young Qilin Cup are the auxiliary force."

"But actually, I don't think so."

"In fact, in the third round, the breeder is the core figure in the team, while the pet master is the support."

“The breeders have a broad knowledge base; they are familiar with all kinds of herbs.”

"That way, it will be easier to find treasures in the secret realm."

"Most pet trainers are focused on how to improve their pets' strength and how to command them in battle."

"Even if treasures walked right in front of them, they would probably just ignore them."

After hearing Ye Bai's analysis, the blue-haired man was dumbfounded.

He thought about it carefully and realized that what Ye Bai said was true: the trainer was the key to the third round.

Otherwise, why would it be breeders choosing pet trainers, rather than pet trainers choosing breeders?

That's the key point.

In the dead of night, when the secret realm was shrouded in darkness and the stars were hidden, only the faint moonlight managed to penetrate the thick clouds and fall into the gloomy forest.

In a desolate valley, the branches of trees swayed in the night wind, making a rustling sound, like the whispering of departed souls.

In the center of the valley stands an altar made of blood-red boulders, its surface engraved with eerie runes.

The Blood Saint stood beside the altar, chanting ancient incantations in a low voice. His voice echoed through the valley, and the crimson pool of blood swirled and fell into the air.

The crimson gas traced runes in the air.

The crimson runes vibrated in mid-air, causing ripples to appear in the space.

At this moment, the Blood Saint held a dagger and slashed his own hand hard.

Dark red blood dripped slowly down the dagger and onto the runes on the altar.

The crimson runes seemed to be activated, their crimson color becoming even more dazzling, echoing the runes in the sky.

The ceremony had begun, and a gust of wind blew in.

The six blood-red crystals that had been standing on the altar suddenly emitted eerie blue flames.

Seeing that the time was right, the Blood Saint chanted the prayer bestowed by the Demon God. His voice seemed to pierce through the entire night sky, and the blood-red runes shone brightly, like a magnificent sunset, radiating a unique color.

As the incantation reached its final stage, the air around the runes began to distort, and the ripples became increasingly dense, as if some kind of power was being awakened.

The Blood Saint waved his hand, and the Blood Butterflies flew up one after another, forming a strange pattern in the air. They sprayed the blood essence they had collected from their mouths, sprinkling it on the altar and creating a shocking sea of ​​blood.

The red light on the altar suddenly intensified, illuminating the entire valley like a blazing sun.

Above the altar, space cracked open like an eggshell, and an ancient and powerful aura surged out.

I'm too ashamed to ask for votes. Sigh, let's see how I perform tomorrow.

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