Boom!
The body deviated less than two inches from the original path, and the Blood Fist crashed down.
"Puff—"
Zhuge Rui was instantly blasted down like a torn sack by the Blood Fist, falling heavily into the dead branches and leaves.
After the Blood Fist, a figure slowly floated down, exuding intense Blood Evil Qi, standing expressionlessly in front of Zhuge Rui.
"Blood... Evil Sect..." Zhuge Rui struggled to get up, his right shoulder burst open, blood gushing out.
Meanwhile.
Behind them, Guo Xiang and Han Yong of the Martial Immortal Alliance sensed the commotion ahead and immediately halted, not daring to pursue further.
The Blood Evil Sect's Ghost and Poison Fang looked mockingly: "Good planning by the Martial Immortal Alliance, disguising as commoners to lure our Blood Evil Sect into the trap."
"So what?" Guo Xiang's expression was grim.
