บท 972: Tattoo Clan's Divine Ancestor

The black sea of blood moved along with the vortex. From afar, it looked like a blood vortex that was about to devour the nine heavens. There was also a thick fishy smell permeating the air.

The blood vortex was like a huge mouth that opened up. It gave off a strange howl as it continued to charge upwards. The distance of 10,000 feet was instantly reduced by half.

Wang Lin grabbed Situ Nan and his origin energy quickly circulated. An endless sea of fire appeared around him. His left hand formed a seal and the 10 or so swords flew into the sea of fire. As they rotated, they stirred the sea of fire and formed a vortex that constantly canceled out the smell of blood and killing intent.

As the sea of fire burned, crackling sounds echoed. As the murderous aura closed in, it was continuously burned by the sea of fire, forming a tight barrier that prevented the murderous aura from entering.