Chương 676: Benevolent Saint

The loud roar above the arena echoed, the sky and the ground trembled, making everyone look up. No one knew exactly when it started, but the golden runes disappeared, giving way to countless lines of blood intertwining like spiderwebs.

The vast web of blood covered the entire sky above the arena, with its center aimed at the middle of the challenge arena. A massive halo appeared in the central area, resembling the eyes of a demon.

The blood carried the life force and bloodline of the cultivator, a power that couldn't be underestimated, used for many sinister purposes. The massive accumulation of blood above created immense pressure.

All the cultivators felt that the web was made of blood, and the energy from that blood was clearly moving toward the center. The roar continued to echo, and the aura seemed to be building strength.

"The convention's rules must have changed. The weak don't deserve to live in this world," someone shouted in the arena.