The Blood Demon, once filled only with Netherworld's malicious energy, was now suddenly radiating a resplendent, righteous aura!
BANG!
The Blood Demon slammed down another palm. Horrifying ripples swept out in all directions, and the fearsome Gang Wind turned countless houses to dust as if they were rotted wood. The result, however, was that the mobile villa merely shook.
How can this be?! Ming Xiaolou was stunned. The Defensive Ability of this Flying Treasure is too damn heaven-defying!
"It's working! Use your True Blood!" Zuo Qian, however, was delighted.
Ming Xiaolou's mouth twitched. He knew using his True Blood would still be in vain. Just as he was about to refuse, joy flashed in his eyes. He then immediately slit his palm.
At the same time, another Token materialized between the two that were already hovering there. A square-faced, middle-aged man, brimming with righteousness, appeared.
SPURT!
