Perhaps the Demon King and Blood God would never have anticipated that the seemingly weak Human Race they knew a thousand years ago could become so strong.
Yet a warrior of the Mortal Realm, having achieved unity of spirit and intent, could unleash such horrifying power, effortlessly destroying the Blood Fiend's Divine Light and even cleaving the seemingly immortal Blood Face in half.
The shadow of the Demon King, who had been scolding Tang Luo just a moment ago, was momentarily taken aback.
The cleaved Blood Face began to change again, one half turning into a red mist, like blood steaming off rapidly; it scattered in all directions.
The other half transformed back into a Blood Face, a look of fear still present on it. Its spirit was shaking crazily in alarm. The Blood God realized that the Primary Qi Arrow that Tang Luo had spat out was the nemesis of his Blood Fiend's power.
