"Ah ah ah!"
Wang Ruquan fell into a disadvantage, roaring incessantly, eyes almost splitting, glaring at Ling Feng.
"Red Blood—Eight Desolate Slash!"
With a furious roar, Wang Ruquan's entire body glowed with blood light, surpassing sunlight, radiating in all directions.
Under the Blood God Transformation, his whole body shone with an extremely dazzling blood light, and the blood-colored long sword in his hand vibrated intensely.
It seemed as if a terrifying killing move was brewing!
Then, the blood light around him condensed onto the long sword, transforming directly into a blood sword over ten meters long, fiercely attacking like a violent storm.
Ling Feng was caught in it, as if a lone boat in a raging sea, at risk of being overturned at any moment.
The spectators held their breath, blood boiling.
Ling Feng, this astounding dark horse, gave them boundless shock.
Turning what was supposed to be a one-sided battle into a thrilling and suspenseful confrontation.
