These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

As can be seen, the waves suddenly surged in, the scarlet waves resembling a tide of blood, poised to engulf everything.

The waving bloody hands seemed to be instantly submerged in the waves, and Qin Ruhui on the ground was naturally swallowed up as well.

The blood-soaked coastline obscured everything, but a terrifying aura was clearly brewing within it.

This scene reminded Wei Tu of what happened in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

There is something... that was also born from this blood.

"What's this……"

Luo Beihuang stared wide-eyed, seemingly trying to see if there was anything swirling within the blood.

"It's coming..."

Wei Tu only said these three words.

Then the scene changed.

"Crash..."

The blood on the ground had become viscous, as if it were real blood, and it made such strange sounds that were disgusting and chilling.

And amidst the blood, a figure slowly rose to its feet.

If Wei Tu remembered correctly, this was the spot where Qin Ruhui had lain down, and now this figure was standing up.

The figure, covered in blood, looked remarkably similar.

Blood covered his entire body, obscuring his face and even his clothes.

As the blood gradually receded, it slowly enveloped him like a tangled cage.

And then he appeared.

He stood in a pool of blood, his eyes bloodshot, his hair disheveled, looking extremely disheveled, yet his body was surrounded by countless blood vessels, as if those were his power, his source.

He stood up amidst the blood and looked coldly at the two people on the shore.

Luo Beihuang was stunned for a moment, "This is not..."

Wei Tu shook his head. "No, not anymore. He's just a puppet... or maybe not even a puppet."

Because Wei Tu could no longer sense any trace of Qin Ruhui's aura from him; it felt both familiar and unfamiliar.

What was familiar was not Qin Ruhui's, but those he had sensed deep within the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains.

There was a bright moon and stars then, but now there is only the surging sea and the dim sunlight.

Everything seemed suppressed; under his icy gaze, nothing could escape its sight.

"It must be you."

When he spoke, his voice was no longer Qin Ruhui's.

Wei Tu frowned, then relaxed.

"it's me."

At this point, Luo Beihuang probably understood what the two were talking about. She wasn't that stupid, and besides, she had heard about Wei Tu killing a witch god incarnation deep in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

Now it seems... this is yet another one.

And what they were referring to was probably that incident.

The blood-soaked figure in the pool of blood could no longer be identified as Qin Ruhui. Qin Ruhui nodded.

"it is good."

"Whoosh!!"

The moment the words left his mouth.

Two streaks of blood, swift as arrows, shot straight toward the two of them.

"boom!"

Wei Tu and Luo Beihuang dodged in perfect unison, one on the left and one on the right, and the blood threads shattered the rocks in their positions.

The fragments flew through the air.

"I don't have that kind of good temper. I won't allow a clown to think that he can do whatever he wants just because he has achieved great success."

He said these words with extreme indifference.

The streaks of blood looked like a torrential downpour.

They launched a massive attack on the two of them, but Wei Tu and Luo Beihuang had been heading in different directions from the beginning, so the battlefield was split up and they could only fight each other.

Basically, they fought and retreated simultaneously.

While using his longsword to block the blood vessels, he adjusted his position.

Standing in the pool of blood, Qin Ruhui's eyes were devoid of any emotion.

He relentlessly unleashed attacks on the two of them, as if this blood-red area had become his territory, where he could do whatever he wanted.

Meanwhile, Wei Tu and Luo Beihuang were tacitly trying to approach the man in the middle from two different directions.

Because they all understand that if they can't get close, then this kind of distance-consuming process is simply a way to wear themselves down.

"Wei Tu!"

Despite the great distance, Luo Beihuang called out the boy's name.

Wei Tu looked over and saw Luo Beihuang glint in her eyes as she took out the Sun-Hunting Bow from her Qiankun Bag.

In an instant, Wei Tu seemed to understand something.

He nodded.

Then, Luo Beihuang suddenly flipped over, dodging the bloodstains, and landed on the top of a tall tree.

She drew back the longbow.

The shimmering light appeared on the Sunhunter Bow, just like brilliant sunlight.

This is the Sunhunter's Bow. It doesn't need a bow and arrows; as long as you can draw it, you'll have an endless supply of arrows.

These arrows were no ordinary arrows; they were virtually invincible.

Qin Ruhui, who was in the center, had obviously discovered something, and he narrowed his eyes.

At this moment, a large amount of blood energy gathered and condensed into an aura resembling a long spear.

Then it was projected directly towards Luo Beihuang in the distance.

The spear was clearly faster than Luo Beihuang could draw her bow, but even though Luo Beihuang saw it, she made no attempt to dodge.

However, the spear failed to reach Luo Beihuang; it remained in the middle.

He was cut in half at the waist by Wei Tu, whose eyes gleamed with golden light.

"Whoosh!!"

At the same time, Luo Beihuang gathered enough power and launched a golden beam that arrived in an instant, piercing through Qin Ruhui in the center!

Luo Beihuang breathed a sigh of relief.

But Wei Tu didn't smile at all.

Because just one second later.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Countless 'Qin Ruhui' were born in this Blood Domain!

127 Fate is not entrusted to anyone.

It's no longer accurate to call him Qin Ruhui, since the blood-soaked figure in the pool of blood only resembles Qin Ruhui in appearance and build.

However, his eyes and his demeanor are completely different.

It's difficult to even call them human; they exude an ancient, evil, and powerful aura. Standing in the pool of blood, it's as if all evil is watching you.

It sends chills down your spine and makes your hair stand on end.

After firing that arrow, Luo Beihuang, holding the Sun-Hunting Bow, frowned. She didn't need to worry about her situation for the time being; she simply looked down.

The handsome young man was already standing in a pool of blood.

Because he was in this position to help himself cut off the sword, Wei Tu tried to pull his foot out, but it was connected to the sticky blood under his feet.

It was as if he wanted to freeze himself in this pool of blood and become the next Qin Ruhui.

Meanwhile, countless Qin Ruhuis spoke simultaneously amidst the pools of blood.

"God's arrogance is instinctive, so what gives you the right to be arrogant?"

The moment those words rang out in unison, they simultaneously raised their arms.

Countless blood vessels rushed wildly toward the young man lying in the pool of blood.

In that instant, Wei Tu and Luo Beihuang on the high slope moved almost simultaneously. One tried to pull away from his figure, while the other quickly switched to a longsword and unleashed his sword energy, attempting to sever all the blood vessels.

But in that instant, suddenly, everything changed.

Those fine, silken blood vessels rapidly expanded, spreading out in an exaggerated, overwhelming manner.

Suddenly, the two people and the space filled with blood were completely enveloped.

Luo Beihuang landed on the ground, watching as the space suddenly turned blood red, and her sword energy disappeared for no reason.

She held the sword listlessly, then turned to look at Wei Tu, her voice trembling slightly.

"My power... has vanished."

Wei Tu noticed a rare look of panic on the girl's face.

He frowned. He was already able to move, but when he clenched his fist, he found that his breath seemed to have vanished without a trace.

It's not that the power in the meridians is blocked or sealed off, but rather that it's as if these things never existed, as if they never even existed... It's a blank space, completely unusable, utterly helpless.

He didn't panic immediately, but nodded instead.