thick plasma like rain falls on the earth, adding a strange blood red to the ground.

the blood mist in the air is still blooming like blood lotus, reflecting a great figure full of the spirit of killing.

the figures of all the masters were stagnant in the middle of the air. They stopped their steps and looked at the land dust in front of them. The coldness of their hearts suddenly reached an irresistible level.

people watched Li XingKong, who was still intact just now, fall straight to the ground. His head had been shattered by the power of Lu Chen's palm from inside to outside, and blood was...