Under the blood moon, Ling Feng could see clearly, a colossal creature more than twice the size of usual Blood Clan members, was hunting several human cultivators.
The last Martial Artist in the group was ripped apart by the Blood Clan's claw, his body immediately shattered into four or five pieces.
"Ah!—"
A heartrending scream sounded, as the Martial Artist's entire blood was devoured almost instantly by the Blood Clan, turning into white bones and scattering all over the ground.
The remaining Martial Artists fled frantically, not daring to stay even for a moment.
If hit by the Blood Clan, there could only be one outcome: death!
"What a formidable Blood Clan!"
Ling Feng's eyelids twitched violently, and Chu Chaonan was scared out of his wits, the dangers encountered tonight were far more perilous than anything he had faced over decades.
Ling Feng's whole body shook, his golden-red hair wildly dancing.
