On the mountain peak, the Blood Sea surged upward.
Blood Spirits, each trailing a stream of crimson blood, frantically charged up the mountain, turning the vast expanse of land into a sea of red.
The disciples above were terrified. Those who had just descended to the halfway point of the mountain suddenly reversed course, rushing back up in desperation.
The Blood Spirits roared, seemingly worshiping their king.
Fire erupted across the mountain range.
Thud, thud, thud—the muffled sounds echoed as the Blood Spirits were steamed, burned, and dissolved into ascending white mist.
But these roiling flames did nothing to halt their devout advance.
The crimson torrent of blood continued to spread upward wildly.
A group of disciples cried out in panic, "What on earth is happening here?!"
"What's going on?"
"Is—Is a Demon Chief about to emerge?!"
"Something massive must be inside that Cauldron!"
"What do we do? Hurry and find an escape route!"
"...!"
