Summoning the Gods: Start by creating the Eternal Night.

The fierce battle between Yan Guiren and Leng Ming has reached a stalemate.

Leng Ming relied on the Bloodlust Array, and the black aura around him grew increasingly dense. His every move could draw upon the power of the array.

Although slightly inferior in terms of raw power, it can always barely hold on by relying on the absorption and enhancement of the formation.

"Your reliance is nothing more than this damn formation."

Yan Guiren swept his halberd horizontally, forcing Leng Ming back; the blood energy surged on his black armor, yet he remained unharmed.

"I'd like to see how long you can hold out using the power of the formation."

His attacks were neither hurried nor slow, yet each move was ruthless, frequently employing techniques such as "Swallow Returns" and "Swallows Go and Swallow Returns."

Reflecting Leng Ming's attacks or using them against him caused Leng Ming's blood and qi to surge, leaving him extremely frustrated.

"Hmph, you're trapped inside the formation, your spiritual energy and blood essence are slowly draining away. Let's see who gives up first!"

Leng Ming grinned maliciously, slapping out with both palms, drawing more blood energy to entwine around Yan Guiren, attempting to wear him down.

Just as he was secretly making plans, a bone-chilling cold suddenly came from behind him!

"not good!"

Leng Ming's hair stood on end. The life-or-death crisis made him almost instinctively turn to the side, while his spiritual energy surged.

He suddenly pulled a Nirvana Realm subordinate who was fighting with the Left Envoy of the Shadow Guard behind him.

"Chief, you..."

The assassin was stunned. Before he could finish speaking, a beam of green light pierced through his chest.

"Pfft!"

The sound of a sword piercing flesh was clear and piercing, and blood spurted out.

Yan Shisan had appeared behind Leng Ming without anyone noticing, his long sword unstained by blood, his eyes as cold as frost.

"Using subordinates as shields is utterly shameless."

Behind him, Jing Xinmo and the other two followed closely. Although their spiritual power had not fully recovered, they were no longer in danger of losing their lives and were watching the battlefield warily.

"The Twelve Deadly Swords!"

Yan Shisan pressed his advantage relentlessly, his sword flashing again, faster and more ruthless than the previous eleven strikes, like a viper spitting its tongue, aimed directly at Leng Ming's weakness.

Leng Ming had just used his subordinate to block an attack; his old strength was exhausted and he hadn't yet generated new strength. In his haste, he could only twist his body to dodge.

Yet he was still struck in the chest by the sword light, and a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain instantly appeared, with blood gushing out.

"Damn it!" Leng Ming was both shocked and furious, and was about to retaliate.

The man in front of him, Yan Guiren, had seized the opportunity; his halberd shot out like a dragon emerging from the sea.

"The swallows have returned!"

The halberd tip, carrying a spiraling force, slammed into the black energy shield that Leng Ming had hastily condensed.

"Bang!"

The shield shattered instantly, and the terrifying recoil force traveled along the halberd, causing Leng Ming to feel as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, staggered backward, crashed into the broken wall, slid to the ground, and his breath became weak.

"it's over."

Yan Guiren stepped forward with his halberd, intending to continue his attack on Leng Ming.

Just then, a deafening roar suddenly came from deep beneath our feet!

"roar--!"

The voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, cold and violent, carrying a soul-chilling pressure that caused the entire Tianfeng City to tremble violently.

"Boom—!"

In the blood-red sky, dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed and thunder roared, the light between heaven and earth suddenly dimmed, and an ancient and malevolent aura spread out.

"Five thousand years... I have finally awakened! Heaven has not forsaken me, hahaha!"

A hoarse yet arrogant voice resounded throughout the heavens and earth, piercing through the barrier of the formation and clearly reaching everyone's ears.

It carried an ancient and primordial ferocity that made Yan Guiren, Yan Shisan, and the others tremble in their souls.

Even Yan Guiren, who was at the peak of the Celestial Realm, couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart in the face of this aura.

"This is..." Yan Shisan frowned, looking in the direction from which the voice came, his eyes filled with solemnity.

"What... happened underground?" Mirror Heart Demon's voice trembled at this moment.

Yan Guiren made a decisive decision: "Retreat first!"

He ignored Leng Ming on the ground and, together with Yan Shisan, quickly retreated and created distance between themselves and Jing Xinmo.

Leng Ming lay on the ground, coughing up blood, but a crazed smile appeared on his face:

"Hahaha... The Ancestor has returned... You can't escape, you all must die! Become nourishment for the Ancestor!"

……

Underground altar.

The stone coffin had long since crumbled, and a shriveled corpse floated silently in mid-air.

As a continuous flow of blood and energy surged in, the shriveled body visibly filled up.

His skin turned from withered to dark red, and his bones made a "crackling" sound.

Finally, two crimson lights shone from those empty eye sockets.

This person is none other than Xue Wutian, the master of the Bloodstained Palace five thousand years ago!

"Blood...I want blood..." he murmured to himself, his voice hoarse but filled with endless greed.

With a single, gaping maw, a terrifying suction force far exceeding that of any array erupted, drawing away the remaining blood on the ground...

Even the last trace of essence blood inside those dried corpses turned into blood threads and was absorbed into his stomach.

"Not enough...not enough..."

Xue Wutian's crimson gaze swept over the eight trembling black-robed figures to the side.

"Ancestor! We are your disciples and grand-disciples!"

The eight men, seeing Xue Wutian's greedy eyes, were terrified and knelt down, begging for mercy.

"Please spare my life, Ancestor!"

"I know."

Xue Wutian's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable air of authority.

"That is precisely why you should dedicate your strength to the revival of the ancestor."

With a sweep of his hand, a terrifying suction force erupted, instantly pulling all eight people into the air.

The blood inside his body was forcibly drawn out, turning into a crimson torrent that surged into Xue Wutian's mouth.

"Grandmaster, spare my life!"

The piercing screams abruptly ceased, and the eight people instantly turned into eight shriveled corpses, falling to the ground.

Xue Wutian licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, a satisfied expression on his face:

"That feels good! After five thousand years, I can finally taste blood again!"

His aura intensified, and the blood energy around him condensed into a ferocious phantom of a blood dragon, which coiled and roared.

Feeling the power surging within him, a hint of intoxication flashed in his eyes, only to be replaced by an even stronger desire.

My gaze pierced through the earth's layers, looking down to the ground.

"It's time to go out and see... In this world five thousand years from now, is there still anything that can rival me?"

Xue Wutian raised his hand and ripped the earth above him apart!

"Boom—!"

In the center of Tianfeng City, the earth was torn open like paper, creating a huge crack, with flying debris and gushing blood.

A blood-red figure, ten feet tall, slowly rose from the crack. Its hair was disheveled, and its body was shrouded in bloody aura, obscuring its face.

Only those scarlet eyes, like two blood moons, exuded an aura of destruction.

Yan Guiren, Yan Shisan, and the others stood at a distance, and through the pervasive blood aura, they could clearly see that terrifying figure.

"What...what kind of monster is this?"

The two stunningly beautiful sisters were deathly pale and trembling slightly.

Even from a distance, they could feel that despair-inducing pressure.

It was as if the other party could crush them completely with a flick of their finger.

"This... is this the so-called 'Ancestor'?"

Yan Shisan gripped his longsword tightly, his palms sweating profusely.

Yan Guiren's eyes turned serious. He gripped his halberd tightly and said in a deep voice:

"Thirteenth Brother, take Mirror Heart Demon and the others! Leave this to me!"

Yan Shisan shook his head, drew his longsword, and a blue light flashed:

"We'll go together if we have to, and we'll fight together if we have to."

He looked at Xue Wutian, his eyes showing no fear, only a hint of solemnity and excitement.

Being able to fight such a formidable opponent could be a breakthrough opportunity for his swordsmanship.

Xue Wutian's crimson gaze swept across the entire city, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Hehehe! The feast... has begun."