Within the Blood Slaughter Formation, a pin drop could be heard.
The three Netherworld Immortals engaged in magical combat seemed as if frozen in time.
Behind Wuzhi, the Buddha holding the Vajra Pestle, turned his head towards the Sun and Moon Clock and remained motionless, even showing a somewhat silly desire to scratch his head.
Needless to mention the Netherworld Immortal.
He stared blankly at the gap in the Five Directions Blood Killing Formation, where there should have been a Blood Slaughter Flag.
This was the flag he had painstakingly refined, even going so far as to kill the Yin Yang Rakshasa to create it!
For this, he had even lost his Yang God, a price too great to speak of.
Yet with a single flash of a rainbow light, the Blood Slaughter Flag vanished. All he could see was the tail end of that light, and he even felt like it was mocking him for all his elaborate schemes.
...
It was also very quiet in the Jiushan Realm.
