The battlefield fell silent once again, and everyone's gaze settled on the masked old man, who was tightly gripped by a large, bright silver spatial hand, his body riddled with wounds.
The masked old man "Lao Hei" shouted, "Slaughter Blood King, save me."
This scene was eerily similar to before.
Not long ago, three Half-step Condensing Star Realm experts faced the same fate.
Now, their mangled bodies lay on the ground below.
Thinking of this, Lao Hei trembled with fear and hastily pleaded for help, blurting out the name of the blood-masked man in panic.
"This person's strength is extraordinary."
The man in the yellow robe stared at Chen Yu; his previous thoughts of despair faded, perhaps there was still a chance of survival.
If he could return alive, he would definitely mobilize the Black Dragon Auction House's strongmen to dismember the Slaughter Blood King.
Inwardly, the blood-masked man cursed Lao Hei for being an idiot while feeling extremely frustrated.
