Su Muyao widened her eyes and stared carefully, confirming that the whip in Di Fu Yuan's hand was indeed the Xuanlin Whip.
It was made from tough scales.
Across the ancient space-time gap, she could feel he truly existed, and looking at the Xuanlin Whip, there was a sense of being very close to him.
He was Di Fu Yuan, her brother, yet different.
Su Muyao saw the bloody formation circle continue to expand.
The Demon King's subordinates, so many demon beasts, their bodies surrounded by demon energy forcibly pulled and absorbed by the Blood Array.
Countless demon beasts' bodies began to disintegrate inch by inch, everything of them swallowed fiercely by the blood-colored giant formation.
This was a naked and brutal sacrifice.
The Demon King personally used tens of thousands of his demon followers as offerings to nourish this monstrous Killing Array.
Above, the screams were unceasing.
