The ninety-foot black altar emanated the dense, mottled energy of countless years.

There was nothing on it save for a single black umbrella. At a glance, it seemed entirely unassuming and unexceptional.

But just as they were about to approach, the One-Armed Demon looked solemn.

He dared not use his divine sense to examine the umbrella. No, he didn’t even dare use his cultivation base for fear that the ninety-foot altar would sense his existence and instantly annihilate him.

The one who’d exploded earlier, Old Ghost Six-Yin, was a vivid example of the potential consequences.

“Activate!” The One-Armed Demon suddenly stopped thirty feet from the black altar, then let out a soft, inscrutable Daoist incantation.

Whoosh!

A blood-colored alms bowl rose through the air, spinning and formed a vortex of black light inside it. This in turn produced a shocking suction power.

The Blood-Devouring Alms Bowl. 

It was one of the treasures the One-Armed Demon kept in reserve. Whenever he activated it, it could devour all life force within a ten-thousand-foot range, devouring the blood of every living thing around.

Bang!!!

The sound of something shattering rang out.

A streak of bloody light had struck the Blood-Devouring...