Xue Lingshang's furious roar shook the surrounding ancient trees, making their branches and leaves fall with rustling sounds. The muddy ground beneath the rotting leaves splashed as he stepped on it.
His palms flew as he formed seals. The blood mist around him abruptly swelled, transforming into a blood river a zhang wide that wound through the forest. Countless twisted resentful souls rose and sank on the river surface. Their shrill screams pierced through the air until leaves withered and fell one after another.
Moyue's dragon eyes sharpened. His huge tail swept through the ancient trees beside him, snapping trunks as thick as a man's embrace. The instant the trunks crashed down, he opened his huge mouth and drew the water vapor in the forest into a hundred-zhang water curtain, blocking before him like a crystal wall.
The blood river crashed into the water curtain, and sizzling sounds rang without end.
