"Blood God Rune, personally refined by Deng Yin, fewer than a thousand of these can be found in the world."
A bitter smile appeared on Drunken Danqing's face, realizing that it was a mistake to offend such a wealthy organization.
"A talisman refined by such a big boss isn't something a little guy like me can resist, especially without a top-class defensive treasure. I'm probably going to die miserably, getting my blood essence drained and turning into a dried-out husk."
Deng Yin was originally Daoist Changmei's junior brother, but he later started practicing the Blood God Sutra and became one of the strongest cultivators on the Demonic Path.
How could a talisman personally crafted by someone like him, even if he didn't put too much effort into it, be ordinary?
Moreover, the six Blood God Runes were launched together, which also added a lot of compounded power.
The defensive magic treasure on his body was quickly stained blood-red and its light was spreading rapidly.
Whoosh!
