The earth trembled at an incredibly fast frequency.
This sky, now drenched in blood-red, looked like it was about to crash down.
The blood-colored Corpse Bone Giant hammered fist after fist into the spot where Blackie had fallen, phantom images flickering, thunderous roars shaking the air.
The dust and shattered stones kicked up formed a storm of sand, shrouding the giant's fists within.
But now, from that swirling dust, a surge of black demonic qi was rising.
At first it trickled forth in wisps, but as the giant continued to pound again and again, the demonic qi thickened, blanketing the entire sky with darkness.
Demonic intent flooded the heavens!
If, before, Su Ming and the other two merely sensed a presence deep in their blood urging them to kneel before it—
Now, their knees buckled, their thighs shook; three sets of hands pressed down, desperate to force themselves upright, but no matter how they strained, they couldn't control their own bodies!
