State Preceptor chuckled strangely as he flew out of the Hall of Pure Heart, hovering above the abyss. He formed hand seals and muttered incantations.
His hair was burnt, half his face was charred with the skin cracked and the flesh mixed together. Against the backdrop of the bloody light barrier, he looked exceptionally horrifying.
"Ah!"
In the midst of snow and fog, a Lin Clan soldier suddenly let out a miserable scream, his body bursting open and turning into a cloud of blood fog.
Blood Sacrifice!
Lin Qingluo's heart tightened, without any hesitation, she bit her tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto her fingertip. Then, she quickly wrote a series of intricate and profound incantations in the air.
"Break!"
As she uttered a soft shout, the incantations shone brightly, transforming into a dazzling sword that flew high into the sky, piercing through the blood-colored light barrier.