"My hands!" Demonblood's eyes turned red. His demonic claws were equivalent to an enchanted treasure, yet they had been easily severed by Yi Yun! Yi Yun’s strike just then seemed to possess the might of the world. Demonblood’s fiendish aura couldn’t put up any resistance at all!
Didn't Yi Yun just step into the Dao Palace realm? How did things turn out this way?
At that moment, Yi Yun walked slowly toward Demonblood with sword in hand.
"Yi Yun!" Demonblood looked hatefully at Yi Yun. His face was distorted as he bellowed loudly. Every drop of his lifeblood surged as blood continuously seeped out of his pores. Thick, fiendish aura began gathering around his body as though it would form a layer of coagulated blood armor.
The pain of having his hand severed made Demonblood yearn to immediately drink Yi Yun's blood!
