Desperate Situation

With the addition of the other four major sects, the situation of the battle changed.

The old immortal crane was fighting one against five and spread its wings, causing gusts of wind to howl and the clouds to shift endlessly. Dharmic powers filled the skies as it roared in anger, fighting with its fullest strength.

Although the old immortal crane was aged, it still had the remaining dominance as a pure-blooded ferocious bird.

Pshew! Pshew! Pshew!

It released a shocking demonic skill and tens of thousands of feathered wings shot forth from its body.

Burning with scarlet flames, each feathered wing was like an apocalyptic spear. Shooting forward fiercely, they tore through the voids and left countless holes!

"Let a Blood Curse Mirror be formed with my blood!"

The Blood Crow Palace's Lord bit his fingertip and flicked out a drop of fresh blood.

Waving his bone staff, he guided that drop of blood and drew an obscure arc in midair.