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

Shura Guards. Countless painful and twisted faces faintly emerged in the light band,

Pavilion was suspended on top of the blood mist, and there

even bother to look down at the Shura Guards. He just casually raised his right hand, which was wrapped in the energy of the blood corpse. The blood light overflowing from his fingertips suddenly turned into thousands

“Buzz–“

the Shura Guard formation, which was the first to bear the brunt, instantly burst into a dazzling purple

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

Shura Guards in the front row suddenly knelt on one knee collectively, and the ghost fire under their helmets

“Foolish struggle.”

the Pavilion Master of Tianyuan Pavilion was a mixture of male and female accents, sharp and cold, “How can your ordinary battle formation resist the power

the battle formation, but accurately piercing into the gaps in the

the black iron battle

Guard formation was like a domino, turning

halberds when they fell to the ground was particularly harsh on the dead

Tianyang watched the Shura Guards who depended on him for his life being slaughtered like ants, and