It was a tragic scene in the Bitter Life Mountain Range. Death was descending at every moment. The sea of blood on the ground dried up, forming a huge deep pit.
Heavenly fire enveloped it and spread out in the air.
The statues from the Moon Rebel Hall displayed astonishing combat prowess under the enhancement of the regional treasure.
When they died, at the next instant, as the Moon Rebel Hall trembled, the dead Moon Rebel Cultivators walked out of the temple in the mirror and rushed into the battlefield to continue fighting.
This way, even if the Red Moon cultivator used the curse, with the existence of the Moon Rebel Hall, they could suppress it for a short period of time, causing this war to rapidly tilt in the Moon Rebel Hall's favor.
The 20-odd ancient cultivators who had been unsealed were all heaven's chosens of this era. Their methods were unique and they had a lot of experience in battles.
They possessed the might to suppress those of the same realm. Wherever they passed, the Red Moon experts had no choice but to retreat.
The pressure on the high priest's side was also huge. He had to face the two strongest unsealed cultivators from the Moon Rebel Hall, especially Divine Sparrow. The flames sublimated in her hands, displaying various colors.
Every time it changed, its might would increase slightly. Her attacks seemed to set the heavens and earth ablaze, carrying the might of Soul Accumulation, causing even the high priest to feel a sense of awe.
However, if it was just her, the high priest could manage, but Li Xiaoshan's existence gave him an equally powerful sense of oppression.
Li Xiaoshan's blade didn't fall constantly; he maneuvered around the high priest, dragging his blade and spinning it continuously. Amidst the clattering sound, his speed was astonishing.
With each swing of the blade, the void shattered, forming a terrifying blade aura. This made the situation increasingly grave for the high priest as the battle unfolded.
"This battle isn't suitable to continue!"
The high priest squinted, raising his right hand and pointing to the side. An illusory shadow of a world formed in front of his finger, blocking the incoming long blade.
Amidst the rumbling, the high priest's left hand grabbed at the sky. The Crimson Goddess' mortal skin appeared again.
Its reappearance caused the world to distort, sending shockwaves across the battlefield. At the same time, Xu Qing's gaze froze. What he had been guarding against in the Moon Rebel Hall was the Crimson Goddess's mortal skin.
Seeing that the Crimson Goddess' mortal skin had landed again, Xu Qing immediately spread out his authority. The captain did the same. The two of them relied on their status as the Lords of the Moon Rebel Hall to control the Moon Rebel Hall, causing the huge mirror to shine with radiant light.
This light spread in all directions, resisting the Crimson Goddess' mortal skin power.
The two sides clashed again, stirring up a storm that swept through the sky. The cultivators fighting on both sides were forced to separate under this violent force.
Killing intent flashed in Xu Qing's eyes. Just as he was about to control the Moon Rebel Hall to display the might of the regional treasure again when, at that moment, a different kind of wind fell from the sky.
This breeze carried the smell of blood and instantly filled the battlefield. Along with the wind, there was also a strange and eerie voice that seemed to be whispering in everyone's ears.
"Once upon a time, there was a big doll…"
This voice was none other than the strange nursery rhyme that kept on echoing in the Divine Son's palace. This wasn't the first time Xu Qing had heard it. Previously, when the heir and others saved Grandma Five, he had heard it in that village.
What left the deepest impression on him was the last sentence.
"The fourth doll is lost and won't come back!"
These words rang out from all directions. At this moment, the sky reversed and turned red again. Gradually, a blood lake appeared in the sky like a projection.
The blood lake churned as though there was a terrifying existence inside that wanted to crawl out.
A terrifying aura landed on the battlefield at this instant.
The expressions of Xu Qing and the captain changed at the same time. It was even more so for the cultivators of the Moon Rebel Hall. Every one of them felt endless waves in their hearts. Even those specialists who had been unsealed were the same.
The blade in Li Xiaoshan's hand paused slightly.
Divine Sparrow's fire swayed gently.
Their expressions were unprecedentedly serious as they stared fixedly at the blood lake in the sky.
Compared to them, the Red Moon cultivators heaved a sigh of relief. Only the high priest frowned and looked at the blood lake. It was unknown what he was thinking.
However, at this moment, a voice suppressed the nursery rhyme and exploded like muffled thunder.
It was the sound of a heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump!
The appearance of this voice immediately caused many Moon Rebel cultivators to let out blood-curdling cries. The statues collapsed uncontrollably, as though this sound could destroy everything.
Immediately after, as the blood lake in the sky surged, a large black hand covered in tentacles slowly stretched out. Accompanied by an earth-shattering pressure, it caused the world to tremble.
This hand had seven fingers and was filled with bone spikes. Those tentacles swayed even more and wherever they passed, the space would collapse. At this moment, it seemed to be slowly falling but in reality, it was constantly growing larger.
It couldn't be resisted or obstructed.
The appearance of this large hand caused the anomalous substances in this place to rise. Everyone had no choice but to retreat.
Finally, the black hand grabbed the space where the Red Moon cultivators were in.
This space included the high priest and the Crimson Goddess's mortal skin. They were all covered by the black hand.
After that, it slowly rose and brought everyone into the blood lake in the sky.
Its arrival couldn't be stopped and its departure couldn't be stopped.
Everyone, including Xu Qing and the captain, could only watch helplessly as the large hand disappeared into the blood lake. This lasted until a pair of golden eyes appeared in the blood lake. Through the lake water, the eyes coldly looked at the ground and then at the distant sky.
After that, the golden eyes closed and the image of the blood lake in the sky disappeared.
The combat was over.
When the sky regained its previous color, the pressure and restrictions from the god's hand disappeared. However, the waves in everyone's hearts didn't stop. On the contrary, it was because of that pair of golden eyes that everyone instinctively felt oppressed.
