Blood rain poured down, turning the world crimson, the land seemed a boundless ocean of blood.
"Leng Xingyi, today I will kill you!"
High above in the heavenly dome, Xiao Chen stood amidst the blood rain, his eyes gradually turning icy cold.
"You think you can kill me? It's impossible. Yet, it's already destined that millions of lives in the Curse World will perish," Leng Xingyi's ruthless voice echoed through the sky: "My blood will flow through the Curse World, mountains will collapse, plains will sink, and endless creatures will turn into skeletons..."
Such is the terrifying power of an Ancestral God Level Strong, even if his Divine Blood is infinitely diluted, with just a thought, he can use his blood scattered in the Curse World to destroy mountains and rivers and obliterate all beings.
"Shiii, shiii, shiii"
Under the vast sky, the drifts of blood rain suddenly vibrated, and billions of Blood Beads transformed into Blood Swords, shooting towards Xiao Chen.
