A streak of crimson suddenly appeared in the azure sky. Like a drop of red ink in clear water, it spread rapidly, dyeing Song Changsheng's vision scarlet.
'So they really are Blood Demons.' Song Changsheng's gaze turned solemn. He'd had his suspicions about the black-robed group's identity from the start of the fight, and now they had dropped all pretense.
Watching the Blood Demon Steward get completely engulfed by the bloody light, Song Changsheng knew his opponent was about to risk everything. He immediately cast aside any carelessness and became fully alert.
"Brat, you should be proud for pushing me this far! Today, either you die, or I do!" the Blood Demon Steward roared, his face contorted in a savage snarl as an eerie light flickered in his eyes.
"You're nothing but a beaten dog, yet you still dare to yap at me? Bring out whatever tricks you have left. I guarantee you'll be the one to die!"
