West of Great Xia.
The sky was filled with yellow sands.
And at this moment, a spectacle appeared in the sandstorm-ridden sky.
In the depths of the sandstorm, a space cleared and bright, the sky as blue as a mirror, without any obstructions.
Below, a Blood Pool, like amber, filled with a demonic scarlet hue.
Above the Blood Pool, countless blood-colored threads interwove, forming a humanoid shape.
And beside this blood-colored figure, Jiang Ning stood in mid-air, his gaze cold and sharp.
"Can't be killed?" Jiang Ning chuckled wryly.
He still remembered that the Blood and Flesh God once said the same thing in front of him.
But in the end, the Blood and Flesh God was completely erased from the world by him, with no chance of revival.
In the past, when tracking the Blood God, he refrained from using authority-seizing methods to avoid alarming the foe prematurely.
At this moment, the Blood God before him was the last trace left in the world.
