Yang Tian Emperor and Di Shan were struggling hard with grimaced faces. Qiu Hong had stirred up their temperament.
Qiu Hong had pushed them, making them have no strategy left to try. Qiu Hong had stopped their mysterious attacks right before they could cast them completely. None of their attacks could reach Qiu Hong.
It seemed Qiu Hong could predict their moves. He could always avoid Yang Tian Emperor’s and Di Shan’s attack one step ahead. It seemed the void was filled with Qiu Hong eyes, giving him the ability to see every single situation.
Swoosh!
A drop of blood shot out from Yang Tian Emperor’s middle finger, a drop of Immortal Blood. It turned into a flow of red light that nothing could compare with, carrying the thick smell of bloody waves, darting rapidly.
