The Seal

Beside the pool of blood, Ling Xian's brows were tightly locked and his expression was heavy.

Thinking about the terror of the existence of that thing, he felt chilly all over. However, he also knew that it was merely a guess and there was no proof that that thing has reappeared.

"Perhaps I am overthinking it."

Ling Xian mumbled and no longer focused on this uncertain situation. He shifted his gaze towards the pool of blood and coldness swirled in his eyes.

Whether or not this pool of blood contained that thing, he cannot allow it to exist.

Therefore, Ling Xian didn't hesitate. He used his Disorder Conquering Fist to destroy the pool of blood.

This punch made the pool of blood boil, but it was not destroyed. However much blood there were, it remained. There was no effect.

"It looks like brute force is useless. Then let me try the Flame of Purity."

Ling Xian frowned again and called out the Flame of Purity to surround the pool of blood.