A blurry shadow enveloped the bat monster's head.
Crack! Like a python biting food, the ugly skull of the Blood Clan was directly crushed, and blood splashed out from between the fingers.
With a swing of his arm, the headless corpse was thrust away.
On the other side, Duomeng also took action decisively and ruthlessly. Although he was seriously injured, he was still more than a match for these ordinary direct members of the Blood Clan. The martial arts of Crazy Lion Flow are notoriously harsh and violent, with a strong killing intent. He seized the heart of the Blood Clan with a claw through the chest and exploded it.
Under the blood rain, the two rushed along the creek. The hazy blood mist in the air followed their arms, contours, and drew out a series of elegant red traces.
"Nathan, was Ildan killed in an instant?!"
