"Whoosh."
The wind was howling and the Blood Sea was raging.
Blood started raining from the sky, as if expressing sadness because of the five Blood Ancestors' demise. Even though the Blood Sea didn't have a soul, it had been created by the ancestor of the Kindred. Since five of them had died, troubled emotions could be sensed.
"Clang!"
Chen Fan stood in the air holding his sword with disdain in his eyes.
The appearance of the six Blood Ancestors had only lasted for a dozen minutes, but most of these Overlords—who had guarded the door in the Blood Sea and fought the Christian Church for countless years—had already been killed by Chen Fan. Only Nicolas, the last Blood Ancestor, had barely survived.
"Do the American Wise Men really think they can kill me with these losers? Didn't they know that I killed five Earth Level Deities and six Spirit Beasts in the Deity Burial Valley?"
Chen Fan smiled and walked forward.
