The Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis shook his head, his eyes apathetic. "I thought too highly of him, after all."
SWISH!
The spear, stained with Jiang Fan's blood, shot back. The Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis reached out and caught it, gripping it firmly in his palm once more.
His electrifying gaze swept across all directions, finally surveying the battlefield. It was during this sweep that he suddenly detected a faint, obscure ripple. His cold eyes narrowed slightly.
Not far from the blood mist that Jiang Fan had turned into, the Void under his gaze began to ripple unusually. It was like a gust of wind lifting a thin layer of folds in a curtain.
Blood energy erupted in the eyes of the Chaotic Ancient Blood Marquis. Two terrifying beams of light shot from his gaze, shattering that patch of the Void. A loud bell toll rang out as a massive, snow-white bell materialized from the shattered Void.
