Collapse of the Blood-clothed Tower

Each resurrection of the Blood Demon came with a price; in every resurrection, it would consume a considerable amount of fine blood!

The fine blood was not easy to come by. To build this blood pool, the Blood-clothed Tower had to slaughter several tribes and towns near Central Asia before it was finally completed.

"Palace Lord, be careful!"

Yang Chengsi was about to remind Lu Xuan to be careful, but he saw that Lu Xuan was not even looking at it. Instead, he slashed out with his Dragonslayer, as the sword chopped down.

Pft!

The Blood Demon was hit by the sword again. Before it had time to respond, its body was directly split in half again at an unimaginably fast speed.

In the blink of an eye, the Blood Demon was killed by the sword again.

The people of the Heavenly Palace and the spies of the various forces were almost scared to death.