The two forces confronted each other, as if they wanted to devour each other, but they were evenly matched, forming a stalemate.
Haas's head drooped even lower, and his spine made a 'crackling' sound as it was bent. His blood flowed even faster.
As a large amount of blood gushed out of his body, the power of the blood vessels on his monk's robe increased.
Countless blood threads connected into hair-thin threads, connecting to the red clouds above his head.
With the connection of these blood threads, the red mist appeared even more ferocious. As the red mist spun, it seemed as if there was a black gas twisting around it.
A strange, violent, and sinister aura spread out from the red and black blood threads. With a 'pitter-patter' sound, the blood mist condensed into a ball, forming blood beads that circulated in the mist.
"Haas!"
Everyone's expression changed drastically wherever the blood Qi went.
