Upon hearing the words of the dark qi, countless grim figures emerged from within the Blood Prison Thirteen Cities.
In their eyes, Xu Zimei had already turned into blood food.
The sound of wind echoed in his ears.
"Buzz buzz buzz," as countless voices arose, all these figures rushed forward.
"Die," Xu Zimei swept his hand.
The void twisted before him, with powerful force piercing through the universe.
The figures charging from all directions were annihilated by this powerful force.
"Blood Prison Thirteen Cities," Xu Zimei sneered.
"Find someone who can speak, come talk to me."
It seemed Xu Zimei's dominance was too overwhelming, causing the figures around to pause for a moment.
"No wonder you dare enter, turns out you have some little skills."
A hoarse voice resonated.
Immediately, the surrounding black mist grew denser.
A blood-colored figure slowly emerged from the mist.
This was a burly man clad in armor.
