The Devil God of Blood Field was barefooted and his body was arched, looking rough and wild. With blood-red skin and a rough face, he looked like a savage covered in blood. His thick and long-scaled tail slapped the space, causing the void to tremble.
"Hahahaha!" Tan Mo laughed wildly, and the black blood at the corner of his mouth froze.
Wang Ye looked at Venerate Calamity.
This idiot. Why did he act tough for no reason?
Just kill Tan Mo frankly and send him away.
He was the Devil God of Blood Field's pupil, so how could he not have a way to save his life?
What should they do now?
Being on the same boat, Wang Ye also had a headache.
It was impossible to escape.
It wasn't that he didn't want to.
Rather, it would be a joke to attempt running away in front of the Supreme.
Not to mention that Tan Mo was staring at him.
Their only hope of survival was Venerate Calamity.
Bang!
