This time, Wu Lingwu dared not touch his swordsmanship again, and "brush" flew to one side. The fierce swordsmanship pierced the void, sending out a sound that seemed to break the air molecule.

Hanzi offered sacrifices to the sword again, and the fog spirit beast flashed farther again. Looking up at the light circle above, it seemed that he knew he was hopeless to escape, and a strange whistle of "bah-" was heard.

In the roar, Hanzi saw the thick blood fog around him slowly gathering, and the light monster shape became clear in a moment. Hanzi thought, "I'd like to see what you really look like."

So he was...