Chaos reigned, total chaos.
That damned Cheapskate Cat had suddenly pulled such a stunt, causing the already restless practitioners to subconsciously rush into the Blood Moon.
Entering was easy, but resisting those blood strands was another, quickly leading to chaos, with blood splattering everywhere.
Among these people were quite a few sorcerers who, en masse, charged towards the Nine Dragons Saint, Shu Ya, leaving Yang Zhen dumbstruck.
Just at that moment, Yang Zhen felt a chill in his heart, turned his head, and saw Chen Xiaotian with a sinister expression on his face.
Boom—!
A muffled sound echoed as Chen Xiaotian suddenly erupted in a cloud of blood mist, with visible blood-red threads erupting from his body, rushing in all directions, connecting to many sorcerers in the blink of an eye.
As soon as those blood threads touched them, the sorcerers let out screams of agony, their faces twisted in pain, and in a blink, their eyes lost focus, leaving their fates unknown.
