Mad Doctor No. 9

"The seal is stained with blood, how could you...?"

Wang Tian sneered, "I simply reversed the direction of your blood sacrifice power."

He had already figured it out: this blood sacrifice formation was using powerful force to break the seal.

If that's the case, he only needs to slightly change the direction of energy flow to turn "impact" into "reinforcement".

Of course, this is on the premise that he has a thorough understanding of the structure of the seal and has mastered the restrictions of Kunlun—all of which he obtained from the Heavenly Platform.

The "Blood Mother" let out a piercing scream.

But it was too late.

As the sealing runes lit up one by one, the crimson vortex began to shrink, and the outstretched demonic hand trembled violently, with countless cracks appearing on its surface.

The blood sacrifice power absorbed by the altar was transformed into sealing power and added to the Burial Star Platform.

A soft "click" sounded.

The demon's giant hand was shattered into pieces, and blood rained down.

The crimson vortex rapidly contracted and finally disappeared.

The dark red heart beat a few times, then returned to calm.

This ceremony was abruptly interrupted.

"Judgment" and "Blood Mother" screamed as their bodies rapidly withered and turned into two skeletons, which then disintegrated into ashes.

The blood servants froze, collapsed to the ground, and turned into a pool of blood.

A large number of Blood Moon cultists lay on the ground, their life force exhausted, and with the backlash of the ritual, not one of them survived.

Seeing that things were not going well, the remaining members of the Eternal Life Society turned and ran.

However, would the gravedigger let them leave alive?

The battlefield has finally returned to calm.

Wang Tian drew out the Star Lord's Token, his figure swayed, and he knelt on the ground.

The continuous exertion pushed him to his limit.

"Young friend!"

The one-armed old man quickly stepped forward, took out a pill from his pocket, and stuffed it into the man's mouth. "Take this quickly. This is the Rejuvenation Pill, a secret recipe passed down in our tomb-guarding family."

The pill entered his stomach and transformed into a warm current, nourishing Wang Tian's meridians and easing his complexion somewhat.

"Thank you for your trouble, senior."

"We should be thanking you," the old man sighed. "If it weren't for your efforts, young friend, the Demon God would have awakened long ago, and Kunlun would have been devastated. The tomb-guarding clan has protected this place for ten thousand years, and today the Star Lord's successor has returned to reinforce the seal... I can die without regret."

He glanced at it, and the Burial Star Platform returned to calm. Tears welled up in his eyes.

Wang Tian slowly rose to his feet, his gaze falling on the altar.

Although the seal had been reinforced, it was on the verge of collapse after this attack.

Although the Blood Moon Demon God has not truly descended, a wisp of his will has already arrived; it's only a matter of time.

So far, only three or six "Apostles" of the Eternal Life Society have appeared. Where are the other Apostles? What kind of "agreement" did they reach with the Demon God?

Once outside the Kunlun Mountains, the journey was much smoother than the way there.

The power of the Star Lord's Decree seemed to resonate with this ancient mountain range, dispelling some natural barriers.

Wang Tian led a small, exhausted but determined team, following the guidance of the earth's spiritual energy, and retreated outwards.

Five days later, the group arrived at their last supply point, located on the edge of the Kunlun Mountains.

With modern communication signals available, Qin Feng and his team immediately contacted the "Hidden Dragon" headquarters to arrange subsequent rescue efforts and the transfer of the wounded.

The small town is called "Baishiyi". It is simple and unpretentious, but because it is close to Kunlun, it is often frequented by explorers, herb gatherers and some low-level cultivators, so it is quite lively.

The group found the largest inn to stay in. After continuous fighting and traveling, even cultivators felt a bit tired.

From the window on the second floor of the inn, Wang Tian stroked the Star Lord's Token in his hand, gazing at the snow-covered mountains in the distance.

As the ninth star lit up, a lot of information about the Kunlun Restriction appeared in his mind, but the escape of the Blood Moon Demon God's will and the whereabouts of the other apostles of the Eternal Life Society cast a shadow over his heart.

"Advisor Wang," Qin Feng knocked on the door and came in, looking somewhat tired. "The headquarters plane will arrive at the nearest temporary helipad by noon tomorrow. The brothers can get some rest. You should get some sleep too."

Wang Tian nodded: "Tell everyone to be on high alert. Although we've left Kunlun, we're not absolutely safe."

Qin Feng's expression turned serious: "Understood, the sentry posts have been set up."

As night fell, the entire town fell asleep.

Just then, a very faint fluctuation suddenly came from the Star Lord Token on Wang Tian's chest. It was not a danger alarm, but a very pure spiritual energy fluctuation that also carried a hint of anxiety.

The fluctuation came from the southeast of the town.

He stood up silently, without disturbing anyone, and left the inn like a wisp of smoke, following the direction from which the scent came.

Soon, he arrived at the edge of the town, in front of a somewhat dilapidated old house.

The faint glow of colliding spiritual energy and suppressed shouts of killing could be heard from the courtyard.

"Ye Qingxue, if you know what's good for you, you'd better hand over the Ice Soul Crystal obediently, otherwise, your Ye family won't be able to protect so many!"

"Dream on! This is a relic of my ancestors, how could I give it to you, you scum of the Black Fiend Sect!" A clear, cold, and weak female voice stubbornly retorted.

"Hmph, you're asking for trouble! My 'Bone-Corroding Yin Fiend Palm' has already taken away seventy percent of your power, and you're still trying to win with your words? As long as we capture you, we can not only obtain the Mystic Crystal, but also use your 'Ice Spirit Body' as a furnace!"

Wang Tian frowned slightly. He had heard of the "Black Fiend Sect." It was a small gang that was quite active in the Northwest. They were ruthless and specialized in murder and robbery.

He silently drifted into the courtyard, where he saw three men in black surrounding a woman dressed in moon-white clothes with an exceptionally beautiful face, arranged in a triangular formation.

The woman was pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, clearly indicating that she had suffered a serious injury. However, she was still quite agile, and the dagger in her hand gleamed coldly as she barely managed to hold on.

It was a pure ice-attribute spiritual power that resonated with the Star Lord's Decree.

Seeing that the woman was in grave danger, one of them seized the opportunity and struck her in the back.

If that palm strike had landed squarely, the woman would have been either dead or crippled.

Just as the palm strike was about to land on her, a figure, like a ghost, darted into the fray.

A loud "bang" was heard.

With a soft thud, the seemingly inevitable palm strike seemed to have struck an invisible mountain.

The person who made the move felt an overwhelming force, and the bones in his arm creaked under the strain. He screamed in agony, flew backward, crashed into half a wall, and died instantly.

The other two men in black were shocked and quickly retreated, staring in horror at the suddenly appearing Wang Tian.

The man was dressed in ordinary casual clothes, with a calm expression and no strong spiritual energy fluctuations, but his attack just now gave people a feeling of unfathomable depth.

"Who are you? What business is it of yours to interfere in the affairs of our Black Fiend Sect?!"