Mystic Eyes: My Eyes Steal the Laws of Cultivation

Chapter 136: Blood Creatures

Kyrian observed the fight of the others for an instant but had to shift his attention to the creature now running at high speed toward him.

The blood figure advanced in Kyrian’s direction and approached quickly. But Kyrian didn’t want to waste time.

The creature stopped in the air the moment Kyrian’s eyes locked onto it.

The body of the blood figure trembled, as if an invisible force had grabbed every particle that made it up.

Kyrian raised his hand only a few centimeters, his blood eyes glowed, and the figure was pushed back without even touching the ground.

The creature tried to recompose itself, moving its liquid body as if seeking some way to escape the control, but with no success.

The command, the pressure Kyrian’s eyes exerted over blood, was absolute.

The creature could only writhe, trapped.

Kyrian narrowed his eyes slowly. The blood creature began to split open down the middle, divided by an invisible force.

The blood that composed it lost its form and then exploded into thousands of small particles that scattered through the air.

For a moment, Kyrian thought it was finished.

But the spilled blood in the air trembled, as if it were alive.

Before he could react, the particles gathered again, but they no longer formed a humanoid shape.

They transformed into a dense mist of blood.

The mist then rushed toward Kyrian at a sudden speed, as if it had a will of its own.

Kyrian narrowed his eyes, thinking he would have to stop the mist, but he didn’t need to.

Blood runes suddenly appeared on the ground around his feet. They shone intensely, forming a perfect circle that isolated his body.

The blood mist hit that barrier and dissolved, evaporating as the runes on the ground lit up.

From that moment on, no other blood figure tried to approach or attack Kyrian.

He understood immediately defeating one of the creatures was the requirement. The runes marked those who had passed.

But it wouldn’t be easy to defeat these creatures as Kyrian had done, not everyone could.

Screams echoed across the red hall.

Blood splattered onto the ground every second.

The blood creatures advanced nonstop against the cultivators still fighting, and each time someone died, the pressure on the remaining survivors increased.

Each time the creatures killed someone, their forms became denser, faster, and more brutal.

A disciple from a small family tried to retreat, but two creatures joined together to chase him.

He was dragged by the legs, lifted into the air, and torn in two.

His blood was absorbed and drawn into the creatures like water flowing to the bottom of a well.

Another figure strengthened.

Another young man, using a saber, slashed several times, but his strikes were not strong enough.

The blood creature pierced his chest with its liquid blood arm, draining all the blood from his body until the young man became an empty husk.

The creatures grew faster right after that.

Kyrian observed everything in silence, without moving a muscle.

His eyes allowed him to see every thread of crimson energy forming those creatures.

As well as seeing that all the absorbed blood and the spilled blood seemed to be going somewhere else, beyond strengthening the creatures.

The total number of creatures was initially determined by the number of cultivators. But now, the more people died, the more figures were drawn toward a single survivor, making each second harder to endure.

It was a direct test. Defeat a creature, or die.

The fight of the other core disciples began to stand out in the crowd.

Shen Yu was the first to resolve his situation. He always kept his expression calm, almost detached from the surroundings.

But as soon as one of the creatures advanced toward him, he didn’t think twice. He raised his sword and took a deep breath. Then, with a single strike, a slash of Qi appeared.

It wasn’t just fast but also extremely precise.

The creature’s head flew to the side, completely separated from the body.

The figure dissolved slowly while the blood fell to the floor like isolated droplets.

And then, the mist and the runes appeared under his feet. Shen Yu had passed.

Mo Tianhai faced his creature for a little longer because he was slightly curious. He advanced with the sword in hand, the intention of the sword emanating from his body like a kind of invisible destruction.

The blood figure tried to pierce him with its arm, but Tianhai spun his body, and with one movement dozens of slashes appeared at the same time around the creature, destroying all its limbs.

The sword intent didn’t only cut the physical form but also momentarily destroyed the blood energy forming the creature.

The being’s body opened into small pieces, all dissolving before even touching the ground.

Then, the crimson runes appeared immediately.

Mo Xia, who was near Tianhai, took a deep breath before attacking.

Her sword shone. She moved with precision, using a sect technique that allowed her to create three large, sharp Qi slashes overlapped on the same point.

The technique split the creature into three pieces. The blood was cut without managing to recover.

Mo Xia passed the test.

Wu Jian roared as he lifted his heavy sword with both hands. His muscular arm trembled with the force of the strike he prepared.

The blood creature leapt at him, aiming at his neck.

Wu Jian stomped the ground, cracking the stone, and struck downward.

The heavy sword crushed the entire figure, splashing and spreading the blood on the ground in a wide puddle that soon disappeared.

The runes appeared immediately at his feet.

Kyrian noticed that while the core disciples of his sect won their battles with some ease, not everyone there possessed the same strength.

But his attention was drawn to those remaining.

The group from the Six Poisons Sect caught his attention, as well as many others.

They gathered quickly and then released a toxic mist around their bodies.

The mist was dark, almost black, and radiated danger even without being close.

When the blood creatures approached, their bodies began to change.

The liquid forms became thick, as if the poison turned the blood into mud.

Parts of the creatures stuck to the ground, unable to maintain their shapes.

The poison corroded the blood and the blood Qi directly.

Kyrian observed with a slight frown.

’If someone inhaled this...’

He imagined what would happen.

The victim’s blood would thicken inside the body itself.

The person would die suffocated by their own blood.

All members of the Six Poisons Sect passed and defeated their creatures. Kyrian also understood why the poisons of such a sect were famous.