I long to return home!

As the blood waves subsided, Huai Zhen and the others appeared less than 700 meters in front of the blood-red water droplets.

They were very fast, and since there were only about sixty or seventy cultivators gathered here, the huge wave created by that stunning slash had indeed pushed back many people.

Huai Zhen held Shen Lingjiao's slender hand, while his other hand gripped the blood sword tightly. Blood light flashed at his fingertips, and ripples spread across the blood-red ocean dozens of meters around them. Blood swords, which had been formed, were poised to be unleashed.

As they approached the blood-red droplet, Huai Zhen lunged forward, grabbed Shen Lingjiao's hand, and threw her forward. Suddenly, a storm of spiritual energy rushed in as fast as lightning.

"Damn it, if I can't get in, none of you will get in alive!"

A man whose body had been cut in half appeared out of nowhere. His lower body was a bloody mess, revealing white bones, which was very creepy.

On the tattered body, wisps of slightly dim purple lightning swirled, revealing without a doubt to be the result of Lei Mengying's earlier strike.

Blood gushed from the mouth of the man who was now only half a body. He roared and controlled the storm of spiritual energy to crash into Shen Lingjiao.

Huai Zhen was startled, gripped the blood sword and slashed at the storm. A blood-red sword light slashed out, stirring up a long blood wave. The sword energy he unleashed was completely unrestrained, a full-force strike.

As the sword energy swept across, blood swords hidden all around surged out and instantly pierced into the man's mangled body.

The sword energy collided with the storm, creating a surge of energy. Eventually, the sword energy began to dissipate, and the storm became indistinct. However, some residual spiritual energy formed a small vortex that was hurtling towards Shen Lingjiao.

Huai Zhen looked terrified. The sword had almost exhausted all his spiritual power, and now even the hand holding the sword was trembling uncontrollably.

At this moment, purple lightning swirled beneath Lei Mengying's feet, and in the blink of an eye, she leaped into the air, grabbed Shen Lingjiao's hand, and gripped the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder Blade to face the storm.

The man's laughter was extremely manic, completely disregarding the disintegration of his body. "Let's die together!" he shouted. With that, he plunged one hand into his dantian, took out his golden core, and crushed it without hesitation.

The self-destruction of a Golden Core cultivator is not to be underestimated; it is enough to flatten an area within a hundred miles. Although this place is boundless, the distance between each blood-red water droplet is only about a hundred miles. Once the self-destruction occurs, many cultivators will suffer.

Lei Mengying extinguished the vortex, but her face paled as she watched the massive spiritual energy gathering. She instinctively shielded Shen Lingjiao behind her. She was not in mortal danger from this self-destruction, but the latter, being only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, was bound to be injured even with a rare protective magic treasure.

Lei Mengying's purple eyes flashed, and crystals shimmering with purple lightning flew out of her storage bag, forming a lightning net in front of the two of them.

The spiritual pressure from the self-destruction reached its limit. Huai Zhen's face suddenly froze, and his hand, which had been slightly relaxed, once again controlled the blood energy to strike the crippled man.

The blood sword, which was just about to take shape, was dispersed by spiritual energy before it even got close. The man with the broken body took one last look at Lei Mengying, who had harmed him, and then suddenly rushed away.

"You wretched woman, you'll pay with your life today!"

Lei Mengying raised her sword to block in front of her, her spiritual power transforming into purple electricity that swirled around her. At this moment, she had already prepared for the worst.

Shen Lingjiao, who was behind her, was terrified and hid behind Lei Mengying's skirt, her hands clenched tightly.

Just then, a gray beam of light flashed by in a daze. At that moment, blood flowed from the man's eyes, his expression became listless, and his body stopped falling towards the water.

As soon as it fell, the power of the self-destruction of the Golden Core swept outwards, first stirring up layer upon layer of monstrous waves within a radius of hundreds of miles.

A moment later, with a loud "bang", an even larger storm of spiritual energy swept in. Lei Mengying's eyes were blown shut by the shockwave, and she struggled to keep her graceful figure upright.

As the spiritual energy storm surged, a figure suddenly appeared, raised his palm and pushed Lei Mengying and Shen Lingjiao into the blood-red water droplets not far away. At the same time, the figure disappeared again, as if he had never been there.

The blood-red ocean surged and boiled, but soon everything returned to calm, and the whole area remained intact.

At this moment, Huai Zhen knelt on the ground, his arms, which were covered in wounds and trembling uncontrollably. He didn't have much spiritual power to withstand the attack, his protective magic treasures were of poor quality, and his few remaining talismans were almost completely used up.

His blood-red Taoist robe was ripped to shreds, and the sleeves on both arms were blown off. He spat out a mouthful of blood, followed by several coughs.

After a long while, Huai Zhen staggered to his feet, his whole body like a candle flickering in the wind. If he hadn't been physically strong, he would have been doomed.

His vision blurred, and he swayed as he watched the two people who had been safely taken away walk step by step toward the blood-red droplets.

I...I have to live, I can't fall here...

This sentence constantly reminds Huaizhen that it is a ray of hope for him, and he continues to persevere in following this light.

However, dragging his nearly broken body, he couldn't move fast at all. Soon, cultivators who had survived the self-destruction rushed over. After a fierce battle, a man in black broke through the encirclement.

Huai Zhen watched helplessly as the blood-red water droplets dissipated. He gritted his teeth in resentment and scanned his surroundings. The number of blood-red water droplets was still decreasing, and soon there were less than ten or so that were not quite intact.

still have a chance.

Huai Zhen muttered to himself and walked towards a nearby blood-red water droplet. In the fierce battle for survival, people generally don't pay attention to or waste time doing unnecessary things.

As Huai Zhen drew closer, his figure slowly came into view. The chances of entering the blood-red water droplet were slim, especially since it concerned their own lives, so all obstacles had to be removed.

As Huai Zhen was walking, a hand suddenly struck out. In his current state, he was unable to defend himself and was caught off guard, being sent flying several meters away.

"puff!"

Blood spurted out, and Huai Zhen collapsed to the ground, his consciousness fading. After an unknown amount of time, he got up again. The blood-red water droplets not far away had disappeared. As far as he could see, there were still less than seven blood-red water droplets, but there were still hundreds of cultivators left in this place.

Seeing this, Huai Zhen's blood-stained face twisted into a ferocious grimace. He was unwilling to remain here. He knew perfectly well that his current physical condition made it impossible for him to fight for entry, and even taking pills would be of no use in the short term...

At this moment, wisps of chilling blood energy spread out and flowed around Huai Zhen's body. The "Blood Transformation Divine Skill" can transform blood energy into supreme power, and can also absorb blood energy to replenish one's own blood and qi.

However, the blood energy it exuded was not an ordinary chemical magic; rather, it shared an inexplicable sense of origin with this blood-red world.

Huai Zhen inhaled the blood energy from the crimson ocean, which replenished his blood and energy, making him feel much stronger than before. However, this was only a fleeting moment.

His pupils were blood red, and he held the blood sword in his hand. It was not enhanced by spiritual power, but it was nourished by a continuous flow of blood energy.