The demon sneered as he stood above the ground.
Blood-colored spiritual energy continuously surged upwards.
The might of a Saint swept across in waves,
oppressing everyone to the point of gasping for breath.
Xu Nian, however, held the Immortal Sword with an arrogant stance.
A misty and celestial aura emanated from him.
He was not affected in the slightest by the thick Blood Qi.
"Hmph, I'd like to see how you intend to block my Hell Blood Claw," the elder snorted coldly and, with a flash of his figure, transformed into a streak of blood light, rapidly clawing towards Xu Nian.
The power of the blood enveloped the Blood Claw, directly doubling its size.
The force on the claws was utterly terrifying; it could easily crush meteorite iron.
If one were caught by the claws, death was an absolute certainty.
Yet, Xu Nian let out a cold laugh and waved the Immortal Sword in his hand.
He slashed the air with one strike.
