The Blood-robed cultivator had invested many of his Divine Skills in those Blood Worms. With Lu Xuan pouring in a fortune, using more than two dozen third-rank treasures for a sweeping attack, they were annihilated.
His spirit fell into a daze involuntarily.
Seeing the dark Sword Qi about to hit him face-on, a grayish-green human-shaped puppet suddenly appeared, blocking in front of the Blood-robed cultivator.
"Won't you wake up? Do you want to just wait for death?"
A cold transmission resonated in the sea of the Blood-robed cultivator's consciousness.
The cultivator snapped back to reality instantaneously, a gloomy black scripture banner flew out, a grim wind blew as countless Resentful Spirits burst from within.
Seeing this, Lu Xuan pondered, and the dark Sword Qi began to change.
In an instant, it transformed into numerous black owls, swiftly soaring in the wild wind with flashes of lightning on their wings.
