Chapter 736 - 732: Blood Devour

Chapter 736: Chapter 732: Blood Devour

That entire area exploded, and every building in the Blood Demon Sect was reduced to dust.

Over ten days of work were destroyed in a single moment.

The entire area now resembled a Chaos Space.

Within this hazy space, a massive hand and a sharp claw plunged in, their clash echoing with endless explosions.

"You’re dead! You’re dead!"

A voice roared in fury as a terrifying killing intent raged, causing the mountainside to rumble and crack.

"Disperse!"

The same voice spoke, and the dust-choked area instantly cleared.

The true state of the area was revealed.

Lin Hao and a middle-aged man stood facing each other, separated by several dozen yards.

The Winged Blood Skull that had just been dueling Lin Hao now hovered above the middle-aged man’s head.

It was clear this man had nurtured his soul with blood, creating the Winged Blood Skull.

Over a hundred yards behind the middle-aged man, three masses of fresh blood swirled.

Vague, human-like figures were visible within them.

They were controlling the blood-colored Devil Beasts in the distance.

"You destroyed the foundation of my Blood Demon Sect. Today, I will drain you of every last drop of blood!"

The middle-aged man spoke, his eyes a terrifying, solid crimson.

As he spoke, a boundless blood energy began to permeate the area.

The aura of the Winged Blood Skull above him surged, growing more powerful.

In a flash, its power doubled, becoming twice as terrifying as before.

The Blood Demon Sect must have chosen this location for a reason; there was clearly something unusual about this place.

It now seemed he was using the very terrain to his advantage.

And this was only the beginning.

Furthermore, Blood Demon Sect Martial Artists nurtured their Divine Souls with blood, and their power grew exponentially the closer the Divine Soul was to its master’s body.

The situation was becoming extremely disadvantageous for Lin Hao.

BOOM!

Just then, one of the three masses of blood behind the middle-aged man vanished, leaving only two.

One of the masses of blood had just exploded.

Another person had perished.

But the middle-aged man’s expression was a mask of indifference, completely unmoved by the death.

Lin Hao watched as the remnants of the exploded blood mass flowed directly into the body of the Winged Blood Skull.

Not only that, but the blood energy in the area began to proliferate even faster.

Moreover, the blood energy was no longer just red, but also Yellow, green...

This multi-colored blood energy also began pouring into the Winged Blood Skull.

It was absorbing the blood essence of those who had died here to strengthen itself!

Lin Hao’s eyes narrowed. He immediately attacked.

’This can’t go on! The longer this drags out, the worse it’ll be for me!’

A glint in his eye, Lin Hao stomped the ground, launching himself into the air. While airborne, he threw a double-fisted punch.

In response to Lin Hao’s attack, the Winged Blood Skull tilted its head up slightly. Though it had no expression, Lin Hao could have sworn he saw a sneering, grotesque face.

At that moment, an unprecedented feeling washed over Lin Hao—a bone-piercing chill.

The Winged Blood Skull moved.

Its wings shot up vertically.

Then, the wings transformed into a storm of endless blood arrows.

The arrows were unbelievably fast, streaking toward Lin Hao’s body.

Lin Hao’s face paled.

His attacking fists transformed, once again becoming wing-like. He crossed his arms, then powerfully fanned them outward.

PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!

He sent most of the arrows flying back, but there were simply too many, and they were terrifyingly powerful.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Hao’s arms were pierced by countless blood arrows.

Under such a relentless assault, Lin Hao completely lost his offensive power.

BOOM!

Lin Hao hit the ground, using his arms—now transformed by the piercing blood arrows—to shield his body.

But there were too many blood arrows, and each one was more terrifying than the last.

Although Lin Hao’s body was physically sanctified, it still couldn’t withstand such an assault.

In a flash, Lin Hao’s body became like a pincushion, covered in blood arrows from head to toe, with only his head spared.

Just then, Lin Hao noticed something was wrong.

These blood arrows were bizarre.

Upon contact with his blood, they would instantly melt and merge into his bloodstream.

"KEKEKE..."

The Winged Blood Skull cackled, ceasing its attack.

"A physically sanctified body... Your flesh is even more powerful than I imagined. The perfect material for a Blood Skull! Compared to a prize like your body, my Blood Demon Sect is nothing. I’d even abandon a Holy Land, an Esoteric Sect, or even the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion for it."

The middle-aged man’s eyes were still crimson as he stared intently at Lin Hao. The sight of his fixed gaze combined with his smile was utterly bizarre.

Lin Hao was no longer paying attention to the man. The blood arrows that had entered him had transformed into a bizarre fluid, now surging through his veins. With every pulse, his body would seize up as if struck by lightning.

Wherever this fluid passed, it carried a powerful devouring force that sought to consume his blood essence, organs, and muscle.

Lin Hao understood.

The man was trying to refine his body into another Winged Blood Skull.

"How does it feel? Not pleasant, is it? I’d wager your own blood has been completely replaced by now. But don’t you worry, the real show is just getting started. You’re still a long way from becoming ’it’."

The middle-aged man spoke with excitement, treating Lin Hao as if he were a fish in a barrel.

He was going to succeed in Refining Lin Hao’s body into a Skeleton Divine Soul.

And his success seemed imminent.

Unfortunately for him, he had no idea what was actually happening inside Lin Hao’s body.

The bizarre fluid was trying to devour Lin Hao’s blood essence, and while his cultivation might be suppressed, he wasn’t one to simply lie down and die.

He activated his Blood Shifting Skill, pushing it to its absolute limit. His blood essence surged; as soon as some was devoured, his body would instantly generate more to replace it.

For Lin Hao, as long as there was primordial energy in the world, his blood essence would never run dry.

Instantly, Lin Hao’s body became a battlefield, where the invading fluid waged war against his own blood essence.

The middle-aged man across from Lin Hao had been waiting for the moment his body would be reduced to a skeleton, but he gradually realized something was wrong.

Far from becoming a skeleton, Lin Hao’s body showed no signs of withering at all.

The man’s expression soured. The Winged Blood Skull’s claw shot out, striking at Lin Hao.

The strike was as fast as lightning. With Lin Hao busy fighting the bizarre fluid inside him, he had no way to dodge.

The sharp claw ran straight through Lin Hao’s torso.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with glee.

Instead of withdrawing the claw, he began to channel the Winged Blood Skull’s own essence, pouring it ceaselessly into Lin Hao’s body.

The Winged Blood Skull was already absorbing the blood energy from the area, and since half of its own body was composed of a blood-like substance, the volume being pumped into Lin Hao was unimaginable.

Lin Hao’s body began to mutate.

However, it wasn’t withering—it was expanding.

This was the work of Lin Hao’s Blood Shifting Skill.

There was too much of the devouring fluid pouring in. Lin Hao used his Blood Shifting Skill, using his own blood for the Refining of a portion of the foreign substance, then transporting the result to all parts of his body.

As a result, Lin Hao’s body continued to swell.

But the devouring fluid was pouring in too fast. Even with his Blood Shifting Skill working at full capacity to absorb it, he couldn’t keep up.

Gradually, even as it swelled, the upper half of Lin Hao’s body began to wither.

"A physically sanctified body is terrifying indeed! Once I refine it into a Blood Skull, I’ll be able to go anywhere I please in the Dragon Transformation Ancient Realm!" the middle-aged man exclaimed, the muscles in his face twitching as his eyes grew even more bizarre.

The man’s eyes now swirled with red, Yellow, and green, and even a faint trace of cyan could be seen.

Absorbing the blood energy of the area was causing him to mutate as well.

As his eyes changed, so too did the essence of the Winged Blood Skull.

Lin Hao’s body couldn’t hold out; it began to wither at a terrifying rate.

But Lin Hao had not given up.

Still, it was no use.