A massive blood-red spear, standing a hundred meters tall, plummeted from the heavens.
Even before its landing, an eerie wail resonated, engulfing the skies and drowning the landscape in a torrent of blood. The land shook, and stones danced in the air, causing distress among the warriors of the six royal clans.
The mere presence of a spear powerful enough to vanquish a king alarmed the six royal clans' experts. Without waiting for commands, every warrior on the mountain, irrespective of their rank, scrambled for safety. However, the spear's descent was rapid, catching many off guard.
The seven paragons were submerged in a tidal wave of vengeful spirits. As for the six royal clans' warriors, their numbers dwindled rapidly. The intense heat of the blood sea seemed to melt those who resisted its advance.
The phoenix clan's demon leaped skyward, guiding nearby martial artists away from the spear's wrath. Yet, not all were fortunate.