The clouds on the horizon seem even heavier, with faint thunder, foreshadowing the intensification of the storm.
Tian Sha and Blood Fool, at the moment, are surrounding the white-clothed Blood Monk from left and right, the atmosphere tense to the extreme.
"Lord Heavenly Corpse, let me face him first," Blood Fool spoke to Tian Sha, volunteering eagerly.
Tian Sha nodded.
"Whoosh~~~"
Blood Fool's skin turned blood-red at this moment, with flames of defiance burning in his eyes. His figure shook as if he were an ancient ferocious beast about to break free, suddenly launching an attack on the white-clothed Blood Monk.
His fist wind was fierce, each strike containing enough power to shake mountains and rivers. However, in the face of such an offensive, the white-clothed Blood Monk appeared remarkably composed.
