Chapter 609

Aside from the Space Dao and the Light Dao, all other Daos also began to take effect.

In the world formed by the eight Great Dao swords, energy began to circulate, endlessly repeating.

The world itself, strengthened by the Earth Dao, became utterly unbreakable.

After being restrained, Ancestor Minghe immediately commanded the Blood Spirits to attack the world's barrier, aiming to shatter this realm.

Unfortunately, even after Ancestor Minghe caused numerous Quasi-Saint-level Blood Spirits to self-detonate, the solid world barrier remained unmoved.

Even if it had been shaken, it was repaired instantly.

As for the weaker Presence Dao, it had long since begun to function.

Vast amounts of Blood Wickedness were absorbed and transformed by the Presence Dao into Sword Array energy.

With the Sword Array's enhancement, the entire world became like a blood-sucking machine, frantically drawing out Blood Wickedness and converting it into Great Dao energy to suppress countless Blood Spirits.

The eight Great Dao swords complemented each other, requiring almost no manipulation from Luo Fu to sustain the small world's operation, while continuously draining Ancestor Minghe's Blood Spirits.

As time passed, under the suppression of the world formed by the eight Great Dao swords, the fundamental essence of the Blood Spirits, at only Taiyi Golden Immortal level, was entirely consumed and dissolved within the Sword Array.

These Blood Spirits accounted for nearly half of all of Ancestor Minghe's Blood Spirits.

"Ahh! Luo Fu, you deserve to die, you deserve to die!"

Feeling half his Blood Spirits vanish completely, Ancestor Minghe descended into madness, screaming hysterically.

These were the accumulations of countless Wushuyuan Societies—lost halfway—how could Ancestor Minghe not feel heart-wrenching pain?

Facing Ancestor Minghe's hysterics, Luo Fu remained utterly unmoved, continuing to manipulate the Sword Array to drain the Blood Spirits.

At this moment, the positions of Luo Fu and Ancestor Minghe had completely reversed.

Previously, Ancestor Minghe had confidently sought to exhaust Luo Fu; now, Luo Fu was slowly seeking to exhaust Ancestor Minghe.

The difference was, Ancestor Minghe had not exhausted Luo Fu.

While it might be difficult for Luo Fu to exhaust Ancestor Minghe, he could certainly deliver him an excruciating lesson.

As time continued, the weaker Luo Jinxian-level Blood Spirits also began to vanish en masse.

Nearly seven-tenths of Ancestor Minghe's painstakingly accumulated Blood Spirits were gone.

"Luo Fu, wait—I will make you pay one day! Explode!"

Seeing more and more Blood Spirits being worn down, Ancestor Minghe gritted his teeth and detonated another one-tenth of his Blood Spirits; the remaining Blood Spirits transformed into Blood Wickedness and merged into the torrent of explosive energy.

Boom—

Crack!

Even one-tenth of his Blood Spirits numbered tens of millions.

And nearly all of these tens of millions were Luo Jinxian.

The simultaneous self-destruction of tens of millions of Luo Jinxian generated power sufficient to destroy heaven and earth.

Under this terrifying explosive force, the world formed by the Sword Array collapsed by more than half.

The terrifying energy torrent raged outward in all directions.

Taking advantage of the world's collapse, the remaining Blood Spirits surged out through the breaches, eager to merge into the Nether Blood Sea.

Luo Fu merely watched silently, offering no resistance.

Destroying the Blood Spirits was meant to deliver Ancestor Minghe a brutal lesson, not to kill him.

The destruction of seven-tenths of his Blood Spirits was already a brutal enough lesson.

As for killing Ancestor Minghe, the Sword Array alone could hardly accomplish it.

Ancestor Minghe's greatest strength was his ability to survive.

As long as one Blood Spirit remained alive, Ancestor Minghe would not die.

Given Ancestor Minghe's nature, these Blood Spirits were certainly not all he had ever gathered.

That is, even if Luo Fu eliminated every Blood Spirit before him, Ancestor Minghe would not die.

He would merely suffer even greater losses.

If all Blood Spirits were destroyed, Ancestor Minghe's power would be severely weakened in the short term. For now, Ancestor Minghe still had some use—Luo Fu did not intend to weaken him too much.

With a gentle wave of his right hand, the eight Great Dao swords instantly shrank to the size of toothpicks, appearing upon Luo Fu's palm.

"Luo Fu, I will never let you go—don't give me the chance, or I will make you pay!"

After barely recovering one-fifth of his Blood Spirits, Ancestor Minghe merged directly into the Nether Blood Sea.

For the time being, Ancestor Minghe had no intention of showing himself.

Especially not when facing Luo Fu.

Not showing himself did not mean he couldn't threaten.

Mad shouts echoed endlessly above the Nether Blood Sea.

"Won't let me go? Good—I never intended to let you off either. As long as the Blood Sea doesn't dry, Ancestor Minghe won't die—you've bound yourself to the Nether Blood Sea's origin, so under normal circumstances, even Saints cannot touch you!"

Luo Fu toyed with the eight Great Dao swords in his hand, as if speaking to himself.

"Saints can't touch you—I can."

A voice of absolute confidence rang from Luo Fu's mouth.

Without giving Ancestor Minghe time to react, four more Great Dao swords coalesced and joined the ones in Luo Fu's right palm.

Twelve Great Dao swords reformed into a far more mysterious Sword Array.

"World Prison—seal it!"

Throwing the Sword Array into the air, a small spatial prison appeared before Luo Fu.

Whoosh!

A powerful suction emerged from the spatial prison.

Immediately, dozens of Blood Spirits were drawn into the prison.

"How about that? I wasn't wrong—I really can crack it!"

Luo Fu looked at one of the Blood God Children and spoke calmly.