"Old Liu, what are you doing!" Ye Xiu was already exhausted from running between the two sides and had no strength left. What he hadn't expected was that the magic power of this Ice-Flame Twin-Blade Demon God was so immense that even with his full power unleashed, he couldn't subdue both of them alone.

"Cough..." Old Liu clutched his chest, struggling to get up and advance, intending to rejoin the creation of the hurricane.

"What about your proud Qijing Dao!" Ye Xiu flickered back and forth, resisting the Demon Gods' onslaught while desperately maintaining the hurricane. The two Demon Gods' attacks were nearly frantic; he was already at his limit alone.

"I don't know why I can't summon the strength!" Old Liu shook his head. He had used the Qijing Dao once already; drawing on it again so soon would damage his spirit.

"It seems there's only one way left!" Ye Xiu swung his sword, blocking the Flame Demon God's strike against the hurricane, then flashed to Old Liu's side and slashed his arm, causing the blood to flow without stopping.

"What are you doing!" In agony, Old Liu frantically drew out the top-grade Black Talisman he had long treasured. He muttered the incantation, which caused Ye Xiu no end of misery, and his own meridians instantly bulged, "The top-grade Black Talisman is in play. I fear these two Demon Gods are about to meet a gruesome end."

"I knew you were holding back something!" Ye Xiu smiled and plunged back into the hurricane.

"Argh!" The Ice-Flame Twin-Blade Demon Gods were still pouring all their power into the hurricane, trying to break free. However, the hurricane formation now had no weak points and was contracting much faster than before. As the two beings drew physically close, the intermingling of ice and fire began to consume their respective latent powers. Outside the hurricane, Old Liu and Ye Xiu were already running in a high-speed circle around the perimeter, the winds generated by their feet enough to shake heaven and earth.

As the hurricane scattered, the Cold Demon God and the Flame Demon God were almost completely merged. The dense steam generated by the contact of ice and fire was instantly blown away by the surrounding cyclone, leaving only shrieks behind. The Cold Demon God made one final desperate lunge, driving his cold blade into the ground. This strike unleashed ice spikes that pierced through the hurricane, impaling the ground outside the perimeter.

Ye Xiu and Old Liu certainly noticed this development. They knew this hurricane formation, sustained by their own running, could not stop now. Seeing the ice spikes erupting and rushing toward them, both men instinctively used the wind power to elevate their bodies, initiating another level of rapid movement.

"Crack, crack." The threat drove their footwork to its peak. Thunder and lightning erupted within the entire hurricane. The ice spikes rose higher, and the height of the two figures increased until, upon reaching the apex, their movements could no longer be seen in the world—only a violent, swirling hurricane formed a line between the houses before dissipating.

"Ah! Yah!" This was followed by the piercing shrieks of the Ice-Flame Twin-Blade Demon Gods and the sound of the room collapsing amid billows of thick smoke.

Old Liu gasped, sinking heavily onto the ground. He felt a chill beneath him. Looking at his hand, he saw faint traces of blood on his palm: "The Bloodlight Glamour Blade summoned the Sea of Blood, but where did this Sea of Blood come from?"

"Whoosh!" Ye Xiu recoiled as if struck by lightning, quickly tossing the Glamour Blade away and driving it into the ground. His previously crimson eyes returned to normal. "I don't know why, but the moment I picked up that blade, all my veins seemed to burst. This blade carries too much malevolence."

"Ming Luo Sheng never acted as wildly as you when he used the blade," Old Liu sighed softly. Looking at the crimson fluid dripping from the Glamour Blade, he felt a strange sensation. "According to the previous stone tablet records, we've eliminated all the guardians on the main trunk of the Styx. That being the case, the entry of the Sea of Blood into the mortal realm shouldn't be a problem anymore, right?"

"Rumble..." At this moment, a large doorway on one side of the room suddenly swung open, casting a gentle, soothing light from outside that eased both body and spirit.

Ye Xiu slowly walked to the doorway. It turned out this was the end of the flagstone path, and the door was actually an open window. Through it, he could clearly see blue skies, white clouds, mountains, and the countless crowds below. He glanced back at the room, realizing instantly: "If I'm not mistaken, this must be the head of the Ksitigarbha bronze statue. This space is both a Daoist realm and reality."

Old Liu also crowded over, leaning down to observe everything below. Those eminent monks were still engaged in prayers and consecration rituals, unaware that disaster was seconds away—saved only by a grim reaper and an idle Daoist.

"Whoosh... whoosh..." A rushing sound of water suddenly broke the peaceful atmosphere. The bloody water that had pooled beneath the ground instantly surged upward, washing away the door that had opened moments before, revealing several rotting corpses.

"The water of the Sea of Blood has boiled, we can't hold it back!" At this moment, Birdman and Chang Kong flew into the air, covered in blood, their anxiety palpable. "Most of the people in the Buddhist Sanctuary have been drowned by the Sea of Blood. It seems there is truly no way out."

Through the carnage, Ming Luo Sheng's red silhouette drifted past. He retrieved the Glamour Blade from the ground and approached Ye Xiu: "Body of Alien Birth, I fear only you can stop this incursion of the Sea of Blood."

"Me?" Ye Xiu stared at the Sea of Blood already reaching his ankles, at a loss. He looked at Chang Kong. "Old Liu and I broke this formation. There must be a mechanism inside to stop the Sea of Blood from entering the world."

"It's useless. The water of the Sea of Blood only rises, never recedes. The Asura tribe members guarding the formation were likely just a feint to mask the power of the Sea of Blood. Their true purpose was to buy time for the Sea of Blood to enter the world!" Chang Kong used the Golden Lotus to suppress the Sea of Blood once more, while the few remaining Buddhist Sanctuary disciples reformed their circle, though it was nowhere near as effective as before.

"Hahahaha, AHAHAHA..." At this moment, various indistinct floating objects surfaced from the Sea of Blood. The voices of the Four Beasts, Laughing Asura, Ghost Doll, and the Ice-Flame Demon Gods suddenly echoed across the scene. They flickered unstably, their voices piercingly sharp: "The Mortal Realm, here we come! Hahahaha."

"This won't work, is there any other way?" Old Liu was also helpless against the Sea of Blood. He looked at Ming Luo Sheng. "Aren't you the Ming Blood Master? You know the mysteries of this Sea of Blood best. How can we stop all this?"

Ming Luo Sheng's expression was composed. He pointed to the swollen corpses submerged in the Sea of Blood: "Some people in the Buddhist Sanctuary who fell into the sea have become containers for the bloody water with their own bodies. This has provided a certain degree of resistance to the flow of the Sea of Blood."

"You mean?" Ye Xiu grasped the implication slightly.

"There is a way!" Ming Luo Sheng glanced at Ye Xiu and offered the Bloodlight Glamour Blade in his hand. "It all depends on whether you are willing to do it."