The owner of the sickle was a skinny old man. The blood energy of the disciples of the Leize Holy Land flowed along the blood groove of the sickle into his body, slightly plumping his shriveled wrinkles.
He glanced over the disciples of the Leize Holy Land present, his eyes filled with greed.
The cultivation levels of the holy land disciples were generally higher than those of ordinary cultivators. In the eyes of the Demon Realm powerhouses who practiced blood arts, these holy land disciples, and even the holy land elders, were excellent blood pills.
Batches of elders and disciples were killed, and their blood dyed the Thunder Dragon Pillar red.
"Xujing True Sovereign, you're worthy of me drawing four Demon Blades."
Daoyu Demon Venerable's demonic might was unparalleled, and the four Demon Blades behind him unsheathed, hovering around him.
Even when facing Xujing True Sovereign, the master of Leize Holy Land, Daoyu Demon Venerable didn't plan to exert his full strength.
