"He is mine."
Ye Mingqiu said.
"No, he is my prey!"
Shi Xing roared in anger, Asura Divine Power erupted, and in an instant broke through the Blood Erosion Tyrant's one-handed suppression, simultaneously swinging a fist fiercely, striking his face and knocking him back several meters.
As the Immortal God, he, under the blessing of Asura Divine Power, possessed extremely powerful strength, able to break through control with full force.
"Huh~"
Ye Mingqiu wiped his face, his pitch-black eyes gradually filling with blood, softly asked, "Hey, do you know why I'm called the Blood Erosion Tyrant?"
"Hmm?"
Shi Xing was puzzled, yet sensed a kind of primal terror from deep within, an indescribable special feeling.
A bone-chilling cold erupted from the soul, every pore trembling, the smell of blood wafting through the battlefield wind, the scent of death creeping closer, something he instinctively sought but could never obtain.
Death...
Will I die?
