"Careful, be on alert!" about a third of the way into the canyon, the leading officer waved his hand, signaling a halt.
The soldiers immediately tensed, holding their breath, gripping their heavy weapons tightly, their hearts pounding.
They were already deep within the canyon. The thick stench of blood made the soldiers, who had already fought through seas of corpses, feel nauseous, their stomachs churning uncomfortably.
The soil beneath their feet could no longer be called soil; it should be called clotted blood!
It was all solid matter formed from the congealing of various bloods. When stepped upon and crushed, it would still ooze blood.
The officer found no anomaly, and the troop continued forward.
As they reached the depths of the canyon, everyone froze, staring blankly ahead.
Before them, a massive pool of blood was flowing, sometimes taking the shape of a human, sometimes the shape of various beasts, extremely irregular, as if it were alive!
"This… blood can move!?" a soldier stammered, his voice trembling. Despite being prepared, he was still thoroughly terrified by the sight.
The officer's face turned pale, but he quickly regained his composure and immediately ordered them to open fire!
Bang bang bang!!! Boom boom boom!!!
Bullets flew, accompanied by the roar of missiles and rocket launchers. Countless rounds of firepower bombarded the flowing blood.
But the result left the soldiers dumbfounded.
The bullets and missiles passed directly through the pool of blood, causing no damage whatsoever!
"Use the flamethrowers!" the officer gritted his teeth.
Immediately, soldiers raised flamethrowers and began spewing fire at the blood, attempting to scorch it into evaporation.
At this moment, the pool of blood finally reacted.
It slowly coalesced into a human shape, though it stood over ten meters tall, composed entirely of blood, without any facial features.
"A beast? Daring to attack this lord, you court death!" a hoarse voice boomed. The soldiers couldn't understand the words, but they knew they were doomed.
The blood-man glanced at them, and the blood within their bodies began to seep out of their pores, flying towards the blood-man.
They were powerless to resist, their bodies frozen, able only to watch in despair and terror as their blood was slowly drained.
In his dying moments, the officer pulled the trigger of the signal flare, transmitting the message.
The blood-man, as easily as crushing ants, drained the blood from the group of soldiers and then resumed its cultivation.
It didn't even consider these insignificant creatures, who couldn't even tickle it.
"After sacrificing the blood of tens of millions of beings, I've only gained this much luck? Ordinary beings are ultimately inferior, not as good as extraordinary beings."
The blood-man muttered to itself, its blood-formed face taking a satisfied sip of blood, feeling incredibly refreshed.
It had been suppressed for over two thousand years and had finally tasted fresh blood. The sensation was incredibly wonderful.
"Blood Demon, what do you say? Will you accept our proposal?" a voice echoed through the canyon, and a phantom figure appeared before the Blood Demon.
"To have this lord intercept the Emperor of Da Gan? You want me to test him? A yet-unripe luck-infused great medicine is not enough!" the Blood Demon sneered.
The phantom frowned and said, "A semi-ripe luck-infused great medicine is already a considerable price. You should understand that the Emperor of Da Gan has just slain Mountain Ancestor, plundered his luck, and taken the Dragon Tooth Staff. Moreover, he himself possesses a sacred artifact and a semi-ripe luck fruit. If you can kill him, all of this will be yours!"
"A ripe luck-infused great medicine! Then this lord will go and镇kill the Emperor of Da Gan!" the Blood Demon said coldly.
The phantom was silent for a long time, as if conversing with others. After a moment, the phantom spoke, "Very well, but the luck-infused great medicine will be given after the task is completed."
"Give it to me now, or we're done talking!"
"If I give it to you now, and you are killed by the Emperor of Da Gan, won't that benefit him?" the phantom said.
The Blood Demon sneered, "Ridiculous! A new Saint at the Lesser Saint stage can only kill fools like Mountain Ancestor. In my eyes, they are nothing more than mere ants!"
"Then fine, the luck-infused great medicine will be given to you first." The phantom nodded, and then the space vibrated, and a golden lotus appeared, radiating divine aura and emitting a faint fragrance.
Each petal of the lotus was inscribed with countless complex runes.
The Blood Demon's eyes lit up. It immediately took the luck lotus and stored it in its spatial storage.
"In a few days, this lord will go and twist off the head of the Emperor of Da Gan," the Blood Demon said with immense confidence.
He had the confidence to say this. A Great Saint facing a Lesser Saint was a crushing advantage. Moreover, he had cultivated a secret technique to transform his primordial life state into blood. In this form, as long as a single drop of blood remained unevaporated, he could survive indefinitely.
He didn't fear facing Great Saints of the same realm, and he even dared to fight against those of higher realms.
The phantom nodded but still reminded, "Do not be too careless. The Great Wilderness descended upon Earth prematurely; there may be hidden secrets involved. Perhaps the Emperor of Da Gan has some unknown means."
"Heh heh, only you would think the premature appearance of the Great Wilderness is related to the Emperor of Da Gan. Does a mere Lesser Saint have the qualifications to interfere with the rules of the struggle?" the Blood Demon scoffed.
In his opinion, the premature appearance of the Great Wilderness was most likely an accident. Even if it wasn't an accident, it would have nothing to do with the Emperor of Da Gan, nor with any of the Saints vying for dominance.
An existence capable of influencing the rules of the struggle would require at least the Immortal Realm, and even then, an ordinary Immortal Realm cultivator wouldn't be enough.
"It's always good to be careful," the phantom said. As an old zombie who had been hiding on Earth, he exercised caution at all times.
"Also, you should first resolve the immediate crisis. You have slaughtered millions of humans, and the high command of Earth's humans is about to execute you." the phantom suddenly reminded him.
The Blood Demon was unconcerned and sneered repeatedly, "They are merely beasts. I slaughter them as I please. They want to execute me? That's laughable! What will these beasts rely on? Those insubstantial 'hot weapons' from just now?"
"Do not underestimate Earth's humans today. Their technology is intriguing; it's a path different from the extraordinary. Moreover, they possess incredibly powerful technological weapons. I have investigated them, and they can pose a threat to us." the phantom said with a serious tone.
Confirming that the phantom was not lying, the Blood Demon's expression became serious, but he still sneered, "Even more powerful hot weapons? Those are just bigger firecrackers. I am a Great Saint, able to come and go freely. These beasts' weapons cannot harm me!"
He was extremely confident and looked down on Earth's humans.
In his opinion, what was the difference between these so-called hot weapons and the bows and catapults used by Earth's humans during the last struggle?
Essentially, they were still throwing rocks; it was just that the 'rocks' of today had increased in power.