Everyone's footsteps came to a halt, stunned in place.
But the next second, the living blood beside them suddenly pounced towards them.
"Damn it!"
Qing Yue cursed, his face darkened, lunging forward while forming seals with his hands.
Before everyone could react, they saw him standing in front of them, hands forming seals to block the incoming blood.
Seeing this, everyone instinctively retreated.
The blood noticed their movement and suddenly started to tremble.
As if a call.
All the blood around surged over, with a loud bang, pressuring Qing Yue.
Qing Yue's face immediately darkened.
One could say, his face had always been dark.
If you looked closely, you could see Qing Yue's face was completely bloodless.
Originally charming and beautiful, now completely without blood color, like a sick beauty.
Moreover, his arms and back were covered in various wounds.
Many wounds seemed to have been corroded, scorched as if burned.
