It was a blood-devouring rage spell.
Xueyao used a handful of the blood flowing through her veins and almost half of her cultivation to cast this deadly spell only famously known among the Immortals with forbidden arts.
The soldiers gathered below all watched in terror as thick, dark-red clouds covered the moon, fueling an ominous rotating energy spinning it what looked like in all directions but at a spot, high above their heads.
''What in the world is this?'' Qimu asked as he and his brothers, along with close to three hundred plus immortals trapped inside the camp, stood and observed the phenomenon. It made the heavens split open nonstop with lightning and constant thunder.
Qimu watched as the ground beneath their feet slowly began to crack, the white jade pond turning in response to the awful magic.
