My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 1202 - 467: The Seal of the Ten Thousand Dead Demons_2

Chapter 1202: Chapter 467: The Seal of the Ten Thousand Dead Demons_2

Predecessor Santa also understood: "Perhaps they were trying to build a bridge to the void leading to the Nine Witch Demon Court, just like your Void Sky Road. But this isn’t the Eight Desolations World, some rules here are different from our world. By the time they realize it, the mistakes have already been made, and they have no chance to correct it. They were frozen along with the entire altar, at that very moment!"

"Various terrifying damages from the external void have seeped in through the void wound, gradually draining all vitality from this world. Only the Demon Wizard Blood Sea has withstood this owing to its profound foundation. Unfortunately, it no longer has the ability to unleash the thirty-six Blood-Red Horses."

No wonder they came in so easily this time. This world no longer has the strength to maintain the Prohibition of the Red Horse and Life Gate, and is now yearning for "vitality" from outside.

Both of them sighed as they gazed at the void wound, feeling it delicately, but they both felt that this place involved extremely high void rules, and there was too much chaos and brutality hidden within. Therefore, they decisively gave up the attempt to repair the void wound.

"Let’s go back." Santa turned around, couldn’t help but show a hint of a smile: "If Ghostly Ted is really slumbering in the Demon Wizard Blood Sea, then that would be very interesting. No wonder he impatiently sent out a clone, taking huge risks to spread heresy and trying every possible means to replenish his powers."

Owen Bertram raised his eyebrows and asked, "Predecessor, do you have a way to wipe out Ghostly Ted?"

"Of course." When Santa returned to the Red Dragon Master’s resting place last time, he offered the gift of the North Extreme. At that time, Owen Bertram and he had agreed on a plan to fully obliterate Ghostly Ted. He had found a way to do that from his body’s memory!

Owen Bertram looked at Predecessor Santa on the journey back to the Blood Pool, couldn’t help clasping his fists together in excitement, and smiled, but still admonished him, "Predecessor, although Ghostly Ted may be in a very difficult situation, after all, he was once the Ninth Realm Supreme. A skinny camel is still bigger than a horse. We must not underestimate him."

Santa nodded, "Yes. Although you are young, you are very cautious."

The viscous Blood Pool was still tirelessly bubbling, holding onto its ability to absorb all kinds of vitality — just like the Demon Witch Blood Sea did in the very beginning. But this time, whether it was Santa or Owen Bertram, both had let go of their apprehensions, and were planning to take bold action.

Owen Bertram looked at Santa beside him and laughed, "Predecessor, shall we have a competition?" Santa also had a spark of boldness: "Hahaha, good, the blood water in the pool is divided equally between us, let’s see who can refine it first!"

Santa was still maintaining his dignity as a predecessor and waved his hand, saying: "There are two pools, you choose first." Owen Bertrams laughed: "Well, in that case, I won’t be polite." He was the first to descend and chose the pool on the west side, and let Joseph Gourd out with a wave of his sleeve.

The Blood Pool was desperately trying to absorb Owen Bertram’s vitality. If the original Demon Witch Blood Sea was still boundless, this absorption would undoubtedly be extremely terrifying. Any creatures nearing it, below Tire-8, might turn into dry corpses in an instant! But now that only a pool of blood remains.... This bewitching power is still scary, but it can hardly pose any real threat to Owen Bertram any more.

Owne Bertram had a thought, then saw Joseph Gourd suddenly transformed into a gigantic mountain. The mouth of the gourd was facing downwards, covering an area of over ten acres. He took a deep breath —

Countless droplets of blood in the Blood Pool flew up, and the water in the pool started boiling. The water even produced wailing sounds as sharp as those of a Demon Infant!

Predecessor Santa almost uttered a curse "Fog Grass". He didn’t dare to waste any more time and immediately drove the Fire Staff into the pool in the east, becoming hundreds of feet long in an instant. As it stung the Blood Pool, the divine fire boiled and the whole pool started boiling.

Santa scolded Owen Bertram, "You rotten kid, you swindled me!"

"Hahaha..." Owen Bertram laughed out loud, having already collected large droplets of blood into Joseph Gourd. These sticky drops of blood carried an extremely heavy unusual power. If it was just Joseph Gourd, sucking in half a pool’s worth of blood might have polluted him instantly. But, Owen Bertram was not worried at all now because he still had Brother Two in the Joseph Gourd.

Countless blood droplets fell into the Divine River, instantly staining it a bright red.

Little Loach was sleeping, turning over with discontent, muttering in his heart that Elder Brother was giving him trouble again.

He yawned and purified the Divine River, the blood color rapidly faded. Then a large amount of blood droplets fell in, and then they were faded again...

Although the blood water was strange, the power it contained was real. With this additional sustenance, the Divine River was quickly enhancing, and Joseph Gourd was beaming happily inside.

Owen Bertram and Santa, one a cunning youngster and the other an old fox, were refining the Blood Pool in such a blatant manner. But, in fact, both exchanged glances, preparing their strongest tools secretly.

Owen Bertram was holding the Swordswoman in his hand already, and predecessor Santa was holding a Tire-8 Pure Fire in his mouth! As long as Ghostly Ted dared to come out, or had arranged any tricks, they were ready to give him a brutal counter attack!

From a distance, Mesmerizing Demon stood alone, his blood veins spreading out, penetrating into the void, monitoring every minute change around him through his domain.