In the woods, wild beasts were constantly drawn by the scent of blood.
However, as soon as the beasts approached this patch of forest, the blood within their bodies lost control, continuously being drawn out from their pores and converging towards the center of the woods.
"Hiss! An incomparably beautiful scent, so comforting!" The Blood Demon took a deep breath, two streams of blood qi entering his nostrils.
At this moment, the Blood Demon's injuries had long since healed, and his cultivation realm had returned to its peak.
The blood-colored giant reappeared, its body tens of meters tall, sitting cross-legged in the woods. Its head, formed from congealed blood, protruded, a stark contrast against the verdant green of the forest.
"Damn Earth livestock, ambushing this seat and injuring me, all of you deserve to die!" Endless rage surged from the Blood Demon's icy eyes.
If not for him using a secret technique to split into over a hundred clones and flee in different directions, he would have likely died in the nuclear explosions from the seventy to eighty nuclear weapons!
The power of those nuclear weapons instilled a sense of caution in the Blood Demon's heart.
But that was when they were still throwing 'stones'; as long as he was prepared and dodged in advance, it would be fine.
The Blood Demon's killing intent was boundless, and he had already resolved to completely slaughter all of humanity on Earth to quench his hatred!
One must know that to recover from his injuries this time, he had used up a significant portion of the scarce fortune he had accumulated from his last tribulation. Otherwise, how could he have recovered so quickly?
As for the Golden Lotus of Fortune, he was still reluctant to use it and planned to keep it for now.
Having paid such a heavy price, it naturally had to be accounted for by the people of Earth.
"However, before I slaughter these livestock, I must kill a group of extraordinary beings to replenish myself. The blood of these ordinary beings tastes too poor!" The Blood Demon looked at the piles of beast corpses on the ground with disdain.
His spiritual sense had already detected many cultivators from the Great Desolation appearing in the tropical rainforests of Africa, which had already sparked his interest.
"Higher-grade livestock, excellent!" The Blood Demon sneered, and with a flash of blood-red light, he vanished from his spot in the blink of an eye.
"Boss, another Hundred Spirit Grass, our harvest is quite rich today."
A horse-faced man, holding a spiritual herb with a reddish-white hue in his blood-stained hand, laughed heartily.
Behind him were several Earthlings dressed in modern attire.
The one addressed as "Boss" was a burly man with a beard. He first swept a disdainful glance at the corpses of the Earthlings before saying, "This is the fourth spiritual herb we've obtained today, not bad, not bad. It was Old Fourth's idea, why should we waste our own efforts searching for spiritual herbs? We'll just catch the Earthlings who are searching for them, and snatch the spiritual herbs they find!"
"Old Fourth is truly a genius. This way, the Earthlings become our tools, and we just need to collect from them periodically to reap a bountiful harvest!"
"Exactly, hahahaha! And to think, Earthlings are actually so useful as tools!"
A group of cultivators laughed heartily.
So far, they had robbed over a dozen groups of Earthlings, and their harvest was quite substantial.
"Heh heh, they are all merely my livestock." A streak of blood-red light flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the dozen cultivators who were just laughing were drained of their blood, leaving behind only their skins and skeletons.
The Blood Demon appeared in the air, extending a large hand to snatch the dozen or so spiritual herbs before him. He opened his mouth and threw them in, beginning to chew.
The blood qi of the cultivators was also absorbed into his body. The Blood Demon revealed an expression of extreme enjoyment.
"The blood of extraordinary beings tastes better, and with spiritual herbs as a supplement, the flavor reaches another level, absolutely exquisite!" The Blood Demon chuckled sinisterly.
Then, he began to hunt cultivators from the Great Desolation across the African continent.
A Great Sage was hunting low-level cultivators, and no one could resist.
The cultivators from the Great Desolation who were being hunted looked at him with fear and despair in their eyes as they died, unable to understand why a minor cultivator like themselves would be targeted by a Saint-level expert!
Those with slightly stronger cultivation, like those in the Body Refinement realm, were equally powerless to resist, and their deaths were even more agonizing.
While others had their blood drained in an instant and died, cultivators in the Body Refinement realm watched their own blood being siphoned away bit by bit, unable to do anything. The despair they felt was unimaginable.
These unusual occurrences soon caught the attention of the cultivators from the Great Desolation.
The disappearance of several hundred cultivators in succession was clearly abnormal.
On Earth, there were basically no beings capable of harming cultivators. Even modern weaponry would cause significant commotion when dealing with cultivators.
Yet, these hundreds of missing cultivators had vanished without a trace.
Immediately, cultivators from the Great Desolation organized themselves and headed to the African continent to investigate.
The movements of the cultivators from the Great Desolation naturally did not escape the notice of the observing Earthlings.
The Earthlings paid close attention to these cultivators who had entered Earth for training. The Earth Times immediately gathered information and reported it on the internet.
The news instantly sparked heated discussions among countless netizens.
"Holy crap, hundreds of cultivators missing? They must have been killed by someone else, right? A plot of killing for treasure?"
"Most likely, otherwise, there's no explanation for their disappearance. Countries haven't made a move against the cultivators from the Great Desolation."
"Not only cultivators from the Great Desolation are missing, but over a hundred Earthlings who went into the mountains and fields to search for spiritual herbs are also missing. Some bodies were found, brutally murdered!"
"It must be the cultivators from the Great Desolation. They are robbing the spiritual herbs found by Earthlings, how despicable! If their people are missing, it must be a case of internal conflict!"
"It's not just the Great Desolation cultivators engaging in internal conflict; our Earthlings are doing it too. The herb-searching teams are now carrying firearms, and there have been dozens of shootouts over spiritual herbs."
"It's too crazy, everyone has gone mad. The officials have even stated that the existing order is not applicable to the current environment and needs to be revised. Will dueling and killing no longer be illegal in the future?"
"Most likely. However, the disappearance of hundreds of cultivators from the Great Desolation doesn't sound like internal conflict. I think they might have encountered something terrifying."
"Could it be that they encountered that evil god who slaughtered an entire nation!?"
"..."
People on the internet were discussing frantically, and a considerable portion of them speculated that the missing cultivators were likely killed by the evil god!
The evil god was retaliating, preparing to avenge the nuclear bombing!
The disappearance of hundreds of cultivators from the Great Desolation was a signal!
Gongsun Rou, far away in China, also received the news of the missing cultivators from the Great Desolation.
Fan Cheng found her and asked if she wanted to personally go to the African continent to check the situation.
Gongsun Rou shook her head directly: "No, the current situation on Earth is unclear and shrouded in mystery. His Majesty said that there are at least a dozen hidden old saints. If it is truly the work of old saints, then going there would be like walking into a tiger's den. We should wait until His Majesty comes to Earth."
She added that it was normal for cultivators from the Great Desolation to suffer casualties while training on Earth.
If there were no casualties, what would be the point of training?