This scene was astonishing, completely beyond Zhang Fusheng's comprehension.
Lin Shiquan was merely a Grandmaster, with a Minor Perfection spirit realm, completely incapable of influencing reality,
yet at this moment, he cut his palm and wrist, and the blood sprayed forth, forming a small blood altar in the air!
A more terrifying scene unfolded.
"If you want to stop me now... it's too late." Lin Shiquan allowed the blood to keep flowing,
the Furnace Fire behind his head quietly burning, drawing mysterious factors and subtle power of heaven and earth to stimulate the divine technique within the Flames—the Blood Rebirth.
Zhang Fusheng frowned, spiritual thoughts sensing it, at the moment the blood altar was formed,
a strange force field appeared around Lin Shiquan, he reached out his hand, only for the force field to block it.
Thirty million pounds of force, forty million, fifty million, until it reached the limit of its basic form—eighty million pounds of force!
