The enormous deer collapsed, and the three Demonfire Patriarchs were sent tumbling backward. Trembling, Patriarch Darkheaven's Nascent Divinity attempted to flee with all the speed he could muster. His heart was currently filled with infinite regret, regret at the words he had spoken earlier.
He also felt incredible hatred toward the two Ironblood Patriarchs, and especially the now-dead Chang Yi. Were it not for them, he and the others wouldn't be in such a tough situation now.
"Dammit, if I had known earlier that it would end up like this, I would never have provoked that jinx!"
"Why hasn't the Patriarch appeared? Don't tell me this Meng Hao is really going to kill all of us?!"
As they rushed to escape, Meng Hao's eyes flashed with coldness. He sped forward with unspeakable speed that caused the four cultivators' scalps to go numb. As he neared, he began to unleash the Blood Demon Grand Magic.
