The Blood Sword's Claim

The ground shook and the clouds churned, while a pair of grey eyes tinged with streaks of blood-red stared intently at the sky.

Having absorbed the blood evil from his soul space, Ye Han's Sida had finally reached the pinnacle of the fourth tier of zombies. He was just one step, one opportunity away from breaking through to the third tier of zombies.

Ye Han slowly calmed the violence of the blood evil. The blood-red color in his grey eyes gradually receded, and his body returned to human form. He quickly dressed himself with clothes from his ring. Yet, his aura had greatly changed; it was colder and more filled with the scent of blood than before.

Descending slowly from the sky, looking at the blood pool which was noticeably less full, Ye Han smiled faintly. The blood energy he had acquired was enough to last him for a very long time. From now on, he would only need to capture enough essence blood.

Ye Han gazed at the blood-red sword, its hilt now visible, and released his soul power slowly. As his soul power neared the blood sword, an excited emotional wave traveled through Ye Han's soul.

"Excitement?" As Ye Han puzzled over this emotion, a strong scent of blood entered his soul. "Could it be that the sword is communicating with me?"

Ye Han stepped into the blood pool again, surrounded by a whirl of blood waves, not a single drop of the blood pool's liquid touching him. He approached the blood sword slowly. Typically, a weapon that has awakened a spirit will attack anyone other than its owner who touches it or comes within a certain range.

A weapon spirit is a proud existence. After tens of thousands or even millions of years of self-evolution, when a spirit awakens within a weapon, its level can leap by several grades.

This blood-red sword had existed in this blood pool for who knows how many tens of thousands of years, and having produced a sword spirit, its level would naturally not be low. Ye Han wasn't so arrogant as to think he could withstand a full-on strike from a weapon that was at least of a sacred level.

When Ye Han approached the blood sword, that sense of excitement became more intense. Like possessed, he reached out his right hand to pull the sealed blood sword out.

At that moment, as Ye Han's right hand was about to grasp the hilt, eight powerful auras suddenly surged from behind him. The boiling blood pool, under the pressure of these auras, was suppressed into calmness, as still as dead water.

The overwhelming presence awakened Ye Han. He turned to look at the source of the aura. "Haha, I didn't expect to find you here," came the voice of Kostis, reaching Ye Han's ears as the figure also appeared in his sight. Still smiling, but his voice was not as harmonious as before, prompting Ye Han to stay cautious.

Along with Kostis were seven other people and Xiaoya. Ye Han scanned them and shock swiftly crossed his face.

The man in the middle, though standing quietly in the air with his eyes closed, was surrounded by dissipating space, with tiny space rifts appearing and disappearing around him. Just the energy he exuded was enough to cause rifts in the space here, signifying his immense power.

According to Kostis, the space here was even more stable than the Qingming Continent. There, a lower deity could easily tear open space, but here, at least a mid-level deity was required. Ye Han thought the man must be at least a mid-level deity, if not a higher one.

On the man's left and right were four men and two women. Aside from Kostis, who took the appearance of an old man, the other men were handsome, the women stunningly beautiful. They all looked towards the closed-eyed man in the middle with great respect.

Xiaoya stood quietly beside Kostis, her eyes slightly reddened as she looked at Ye Han. Ye Han nodded slightly to Xiaoya, then turned his attention to a man standing about a yard away from Kostis.

Standing straight in the air, his eyes were sharp, piercing the heavens. A long sword was quietly inserted behind him. Ye Han knew that he was a true swordsman.

Only a true swordsman would not store his sword in a space ring but keep it by his side, maintaining a delicate relationship with it, understanding the sword better, and allowing the sword to understand him. This is how one can unleash the greatest power of the sword.

A proud person would never drown in mediocrity and darkness. The same was true for swords. The sword, being the king of weapons, must be more proud than all others, naturally not willing to be submerged in darkness.

"Kostis, why are you here? Who are they?" Ye Han asked guardedly. When facing a powerful enemy, he had to be cautious.

"

Xiaoye, pull out that sword," Kostis said indifferently from beyond the blood mist.

"What's the use of this sword?" Ye Han asked, standing above the blood pool.

"As long as you pull out that sword, after today, we can return to the Qingming Continent," Kostis said excitedly. The others also looked eagerly at Ye Han and the blood-red sword beneath his feet.

"How long have I been away?" Without a reference in the soul space, Ye Han was unclear about how long he had been in this place.

"Almost three months now, tomorrow will be the once-a-millennium quiescence of the space."

"So you came here today for this sword?" Ye Han frowned, his gaze sweeping over the group, sensing that there must be something extraordinary about the sword.

"Yes, this sword has existed in this space for who knows how many tens of thousands of years. It was here even when the first person entered this place. After countless years of observation by people, we believe this sword is the core of this space. If one can control this sword, one can control the entire End of Days Prison. Then, one can leave."

"Why didn't you pull out this sword then?" Ye Han asked, puzzled.

"Pull it out? Who hasn't wanted to pull it out since coming here? Who wants to be trapped here forever? But everyone who has entered the blood mist has become part of that blood pool behind you," Kostis said, his voice trembling with fear of the blood pool.

"In the beginning, the blood mist was only about ten yards in size. Over a million years, countless people who came here for freedom entered the blood pool, trying to pull out this sword. But before they could get close to the sword, they were devoured by the blood mist, becoming part of the blood pool. The range of the blood mist gradually expanded, reaching the current fifty yards."

"How many people are left here?"

"Stop talking nonsense, boy, pull out that sword, and give it to me," the man standing in the middle of Kostis and the others suddenly spoke.

Hearing the man's words, a pride from the depths of his soul surged into Ye Han's mind. He stared coldly at the man and said, "You're asking me, so speak politely," his cold voice echoing throughout the world.

"Are you looking for death?" The man, a mid-level deity, was furious. Proud by nature, he was being scorned by someone who was like an ant to him.

"Death? As long as I don't leave the blood mist, what can you do to me? You think you're very powerful, very proud? Then come in and kill me," Ye Han sneered, not considering the mid-level deity man in the slightest.

The arrogance of a zombie does not allow any creature to trample on it, including gods.

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