The auspicious clouds resisted the collection of sacred king Longyao, which was beyond everyone's expectations.
"Swish!"
At this moment, Saint King Pengcheng didn't want to be outdone. He raised his hand and splashed black blood that covered the sky. It gave off an extremely strong rotting smell and fell on the clouds above Yu Ling. There was a deep Emperor's might hidden there.
"The Emperor-to-be's blood!"
"It's said that the Emperor-to-be's tainted blood is formed by the evil spirit of the Emperor-to-be after his death. It's specialized in corrupting the soul of holy weapons! Just a little bit of it would be enough to turn a Saint weapon into scrap, and even a great saint weapon would be greatly damaged! If it invades a person's soul, it can cause the soul and body to rot into a mass of dirty blood!"
"That cloud's defense is super strong, but it's a pity it's going to be destroyed!"
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