The Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable sat paralyzed on the ground, witnessing this shocking scene, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
His body trembled uncontrollably, as if he was in an ice cellar, with coldness piercing to the bone.
Originally, he had hoped that the mysterious person could kill Xu Wendong and clear the shame for his Blood Sect.
But now, the situation had taken a sharp turn.
His pillar not only failed to harm Xu Wendong but was beaten to the brink of death.
This shattered the last bit of luck in the heart of the Blood Slaughter Demon Venerable.
"How could this be... How could this happen..." he murmured, his voice trembling like a withered leaf in the wind, his face losing all color, as pale as white paper.
He watched Xu Wendong's figure like a War God descending to the mortal world, and the fear in his eyes grew stronger, as if he had seen the most terrifying nightmare on earth.
