The danger levels of the battle increasingly shot up with Feng Qiu adopting the same mode of fighting as the four judges.
Without care for her self-image or the amount of qi she expended, she continuously released high-level blood fiend arts with no pause or reduction in intensity.
Her moves seemed much more natural to her, refined and lethal now that she completely switched purely to blood-fiend arts.
If there were still people who still had doubts as to the guilt of the Ice Emerald Sect, it was all eliminated now.
The air and the ground below them had turned into a purgatory. A blood river flowed below, as it released black miasma corrupting the ground.
The only thing that seemed to stand against it was the grass field that had been formed as a result of Yang Qing's technique, however, even part of it had been corroded by the boiling blood river that slowly encroached on more ground aiming for Yang Qing's plant clone.