With a grand sweep of his hand, a thick dark-red liquid flew out from in front of him, revealing in the darkness the presence of an enormous blood pool filled with sticky fresh blood.
He opened his mouth to swallow the blood, and in the dim light, two sharp fangs were faintly visible.
Time passed in waiting and meditation, sitting cross-legged in his little hut, Tang San's body emitted waves of chilling aura. The immense murderous intent constantly revolved around his body, influencing him.
It had almost been two years since he arrived here, and he was only one battle away from the title of champion of the Hell Killing Arena. However, Tang San felt as if he were on the verge of collapse.
