In the eerie and profound Blood Prison Array, Lin Dong and Macaron's figures, like two sharp swords, pierced through the night color, directly aiming at Xue Chen.
Every attack they made was carrying the momentum that could shake mountains and rivers.
Slowly, the cracks on Xue Chen's blood robe were like the anxiety expanding in his heart.
Xue Chen knew that continuing to drag on this fight would only plunge him into deeper despair.
He felt the momentum slipping away inside his body and the increasingly fierce attacks from the opponents, invoking an unprecedented sense of crisis within him.
He understood that this battle had to be resolved swiftly, or else he would forever lose the opportunity to turn the tables.
"Blood Sacrifice to the Sky, with my heart, awaken the sleeping Ancestor Power!" Xue Chen silently chanted in his heart, a resolute glint passing through his eyes.
He knew that this move was his last resort, a Forbidden Technique he was most reluctant to use.
