Following behind these second-rank Venerables were numerous third-rank experts, each one full of vigor and imposing presence, closely following their leaders.

These two thousand-plus mid-level third-rank martial artists are not to be underestimated. They are well-trained and work in perfect harmony, quickly forming a variety of exquisite battle formations based on their different specialties and weapons.

Some are shaped like sharp arrows, piercing straight into the enemy's heart; some are like shields, indestructible; and others are like whirlwinds, sweeping away all obstacles.

With a command given, this powerful army marched like an iron torrent toward the mysterious and solemn Vatican.

Every step he took seemed to cause the earth to tremble; the whole scene was magnificent and awe-inspiring!

Chen Feng's figure flashed like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he had rushed into the magnificent and mysterious headquarters of the Feather God Sect.

His figure flickered erratically, like a bolt of lightning streaking across the night sky. At the same time, his thirty-six avatars and thirty-six Blood God Sons also darted past like a whirlwind.

These incarnations and Blood God Child are all exceptionally powerful, capable of unleashing terrifying third-grade strength!

This Blood God Child is a fragmented B-level martial skill that Chen Feng obtained after devouring the incredibly powerful Blood God Cult Master.

However, relying on his profound martial arts skills and rich combat experience, Chen Feng managed to refine it into an A-level martial art.

When this martial art was cultivated to perfection, it granted him a magical ability—the ability to use blood to condense blood spirits at will.

However, due to the current limitations of Chen Feng's cultivation, he can only create thirty-six Blood God Children to assist him in battle for the time being.

When Chen Feng stepped through the solemn and ancient gate of the Feather God Sect headquarters, an invisible pressure rushed towards him.

Meanwhile, deep underground, in a vast, dark space, a chilling ritual is unfolding.

More than a hundred clergy members of the Feather God Cult, dressed in black robes and wearing feathered crowns, knelt in unison around a pool of blood that emitted a pungent, bloody stench.

Each of them wore an expression of almost frenzied devotion, as if they were undertaking a sacred and inviolable mission.

As a deep incantation rang out, the clergy members did not hesitate to slit their wrists with sharp daggers.

Crimson blood gushed out like a burst dam, flowing down their arms and eventually pooling on the ground in front of them, which was covered with mysterious patterns.

Every drop of blood that came into contact with those patterns was instantly absorbed, as if the entire ground were a greedy beast, eagerly devouring this endless source of life essence.

In an instant, the entire space was filled with a strong stench of blood, making people feel suffocated and terrified.

"Coo coo coo—"

As large amounts of fresh blood were continuously injected into the blood pool, the blood pool, which was originally as calm as a mirror, began to churn violently.

The scarlet blood-red liquid churned and surged like boiling water, creating terrifying waves and whirlpools.

At the same time, a deep and mysterious buzzing sound came from the depths of the blood pool, as if some long-dormant being was gradually awakening.

Gradually, that inexplicable aura grew stronger and stronger, like a giant beast that had been imprisoned for many years and finally broke free of its restraints, beginning to struggle frantically to break free of its cage.

This aura carried boundless pressure and a sense of vicissitude, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.

Just then, an ancient and powerful consciousness slowly opened its eyes, flashing like lightning in the night, instantly illuminating the entire bottom of the blood pool.

This ancient consciousness seemed to have been dormant for millions of years, but now it is recovering its vitality at an astonishing speed.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible but extremely powerful mental force swept outwards like a tidal wave.

Wherever it passed, the air trembled and the ground shook slightly.

This mental power was like an invincible sword, easily piercing through numerous obstacles and bringing everything around it into its perception range.

"Humans, how dare you disturb my slumber? You are courting death."

Accompanied by the faint, demonic whispers emanating from the bottom of the blood pool, the entire space seemed to be shrouded in an invisible fear.

The next moment, a chilling scene unfolded—the bodies of the more than one hundred clergy who had been standing around the blood pool began to shrivel up at a visible speed!

It was as if an invisible giant hand was frantically draining their life force and blood. In the blink of an eye, these once dignified and solemn clergymen had all turned into lifeless, desiccated corpses, lying on the ground.

At the same time, the blood that had been forcibly extracted from the clergy flowed like crimson streams into the blood pool.

However, this was not the end. Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the pool of blood, which had been overflowing, began to rapidly diminish until it disappeared completely!

All that remained was a huge, empty pool of blood, surrounded by desiccated corpses—a truly horrifying scene.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar suddenly rang out, and a bottomless crack suddenly appeared at the bottom of the blood pool.

In an instant, a dazzling light burst forth from the crack, illuminating the entire dark area.

Within that light, a figure slowly emerged. When the light faded, everyone finally saw the figure clearly: it was a seraphim with six greyish-white wings!

He exuded an incredibly powerful aura, like a demon god from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.