As Wan'er plummeted downwards, the Blood Vajra, its jaws agape, spun upwards, waiting for her...

The situation is extremely critical!

"Wan'er!" Mo Tian roared, hooking one hand on the end of the scepter and swiftly pulling down with the other, grabbing Wan'er's waist as if trying to catch the moon's reflection in the water.

But at that moment, Blood Vajra leaped up, his long right arm hooking around Wan'er's foot, causing the scepter to tilt...

"Let go!" Wan'er shouted angrily at Mo Tian, ​​and turned her hand over, trying to forcefully pry Mo Tian's fingers open...

"Hmph! Don't even think about it!" Mo Tian squeezed even tighter.

It was too late. The two fell into the blood pool at the same time. As the blood waves surged, Mo Tian, ​​Wan'er, and Xue Jingang vanished into the pool in an instant...

The blood pool quickly calmed down.

"Hahaha..." It was Wen Long's bizarre, maniacal laughter. He raised his hands high, head held high, gazing at the sky filled with bloody energy and dark clouds, extremely smug. "Look! They've all entered my blood pool. In forty-nine hours, I will be able to brew the finest Everlasting Ointment. From now on, I'll never have to wear this mask again..."

As Wen Long spoke, he shook his head, and a mask peeled off his face...

At this moment, the surface of the blood pool is calm.

"Ugh..." I dared not breathe, my body was suffocating and I could hardly breathe. The blood that was originally thin gradually hardened, and in waves, it squeezed my tender skin, even every pore...

The skin surface is itchy and painful, with a pungent smell of blood that has already seeped into the bone marrow.

"Dad, Mom!" Although she couldn't say it aloud, Wan'er was subconsciously searching for her parents' presence.

"That's just your illusion..." I felt a hand gripping me tightly, the voice was trapped in my blood, so faint it was almost inaudible.

"What?" Still conscious, the two communicated through ventriloquism. Upon hearing Mo Tian's words, Wan'er instantly regained consciousness and recalled what she had just done.

Finally realizing they had fallen into Wen Long's trap, this hallucinogenic demon was indeed powerful; as long as one inhaled the smell of blood, their mind would be disturbed, and all sorts of strange images would appear.

When blood gets on your skin, your brain completely loses control, and the scenes you most desire will appear in your mind. You'll see the people you most want to see...

I never imagined that my momentary lapse in concentration would drag Mo Tian down with me, causing him to fall into this blood swamp...

The more I moved, the heavier my body felt, and with each movement, my skin felt like it was being torn apart.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, and soon I felt suffocated. Was I really going to die here and become someone else's long-lasting ointment?

Wan'er dared not open her eyes. She knew in her heart that as long as the blood found a gap, it could seep into her body through the opening, and would accelerate the corrosion of her body, making her become one with the blood...

"No matter what, I must not give up." Mo Tian's ventriloquism began to slow, as if he was trying to suppress the pain in his body...

It seems the demons will soon be fulfilled.

Wan'er's consciousness began to fade.

“Use the Illusion Pill to be reborn from the ashes…” Just then, memories of the firebird suddenly popped into his mind.

"Illusion, Illusion Spirit Pill!" Wan'er called out softly to Mo Tian.

"The Illusion Pill is long gone from my body," Mo Tian said weakly, but his mind was still clear.

"Buzz!" A strange sound came from behind Wan'er and above her head.

Even with his eyes closed and locked in combat with Blood Vajra, Mo Tian immediately sensed the presence of the Illusionary Spirit Pill…