Yu Beidou, suspended in mid-air, suffered an abdominal injury and shrank back, his eyes wide: "Are you insane?!"
Jiang Wang said nothing, drew his sword, turned, and thrust again.
This strike was even more precise and fierce.
As the cold light approached, Yu Beidou had no choice but to raise his hand to block.
But with this block, the constant crying and wailing that had been ringing in his ears suddenly fell silent.
The swirling blood aura instantly dissipated like smoke.
Upon looking again, forty-nine stone pillars reached the ceiling and connected to the ground, forming a circular formation.
Within the formation, Yu Beidou sat suspended in the air, one hand forming a seal, the other pointing a sword finger towards the ground.
One finger, two towns: the Blood Demon and the Diviner lay intertwined on the ground, each filled with resentment.
Jiang Wang himself stood not far from the Diviner, one hand propping on a staff, the other holding a sword.
