A Man Like None Other

Above the ruins of the Shura Palace, the blood-colored mist rolled like viscous plasma.

The blood sprayed by Sang Tianyang soaked the ancient token in his hand. The hideous ghost face patterns engraved on the surface of the token suddenly lit up, and every gully oozed scarlet light, twisting and wriggling like a living thing.

In the cracks of the earth, first came a dull thumping sound, as if thousands of war drums were beating underground, and then, countless arms covered with dark purple scales suddenly broke out of the ground, and the sound of nails tearing the rock layer was deafening.

“Shura Guard… Start the formation!”

Sang Tianyang’s voice was hoarse like an old bellows, and blood foam surged in the shoulder sockets where he lost his arms, but his eyes burned with the final determination.

Thousands of figures rose from the cracks, each Shura Guard was three feet tall.

They were covered in black iron battle armor with blood-colored patterns flowing through their bodies. There were no faces under their helmets, only two jumping ghostly flames from the underworld.

The tips of the long halberds in their hands spewed out dark poisonous mist. As soon as they appeared, they formed a mysterious battle formation, with the halberds pointing at the Pavilion Master of Tianyuan Pavilion in midair, forming a terrifying killing intent that could tear through the clouds. As

and condensed into a blood-colored light band surrounding the Shura Guards. Countless painful and twisted faces faintly emerged in the light band, all of which were the heroic souls of the Shura Palace who died in battle

on top of the blood mist, and there was no emotion in his pupils controlled by the blood

the blood corpse. The blood light overflowing from his fingertips suddenly turned into thousands of blood-colored

“Buzz–“

fell like a rainstorm, and the Shura Guard formation, which was the first

needle group three feet away, but the blood-colored flying needles were like maggots on the tarsal bones,

collectively, and the ghost fire under their helmets flickered violently. The energy in

“Foolish struggle.”

Tianyuan Pavilion was a mixture of male and female accents, sharp and cold,

turned his wrist, and the blood-light flying needles suddenly accelerated, no longer attacking the battle

extinguished, and the black iron battle armor broke inch by inch, revealing the body

was like a domino, turning into ashes

when they fell to the ground was

who depended on him for his life being slaughtered like ants,