Demons twisted and distorted along with the glowing red-hot iron, their maniacal screams erupting directly in the minds of all present, threatening to bore through eardrums and shatter skulls. Whether they were pounding with hammers or casting spells, everyone's eyes reddened as if they had fallen into a crimson hell, where countless terrifying demons pounced to tear at them and drag them into the searing magma.
For the soul body of a Demon God to fully merge with the metal, fresh blood was needed, as old blood was no use; its essence energy had all dissipated.
Shi Feiyang used his own blood.
His true form was a thick, long Black Dragon, over a hundred zhang in length, easily producing several large vats of blood—roughly the amount a person might bleed from the gums while brushing their teeth.
The aim was not the blood itself but the essence energy contained within it. Releasing too much could damage the Primordial Qi.
