The three-headed hell hound's life force was extremely tenacious. It had three heads. Unless all three heads were chopped off or one head was pierced, it would only be heavily injured but not dead.
In the future, it would grow three more heads.
At this moment, the three-headed Hellhound looked at Lu Ming in shock.
"Kill!"
Lu Ming bellowed, his killing intent surging like a tide. His blood-red hair fluttered in the wind, and even his eyes were bloodshot. He strode towards the three-headed Hellhound.
Although the slaughter intent in the third bloodline was only borrowed and couldn't be combined with his own five intents, it could still work together to make it stronger.
The blood-red spear danced, forming a blood-red Storm of slaughter.
The three-headed Hellhound did its best to fight Lu Ming. However, after a few moves, its second head was pierced by Lu Ming's spear and it was injured even more severely.
