The palm that was rushing toward Spencer was huge. It was entirely overwhelming. The situation had changed rapidly and took an unexpected turn.

Even for a master at Tribulation Crossing, Spencer couldn’t move a single inch as the slap came at him. He froze in place like a wooden puppet and watched as the slap landed heavily on his face.

Boom!

Spencer flew through the air, hitting the wall heavily.

The wall was not damaged, as expected, but his body had been brutally smashed. He coughed out mouthfuls of blood.

The leader of the Blood Shura was unforgiving, charging over after that blow.

Spencer understood that the most challenging moment in his life had come.

Roar!

“Mighty dragon of the divine blood, blood sacrifice of my honor! With my flesh and blood, I call upon the gods!”

him, forming a pool of blood under his feet. The blood that flowed out didn’t gush out without purpose, automatically forming an ancient and complicated pattern on the ground which exuded an evil

an

supreme magic of

Spencer’s head, and it was huge, as tall as a hundred feet. It looked like a god

had turned blood red, and his body had grown taller. In addition, four sharp fangs emerged

“Huh?”

Then, after a while, he nodded. “Blood Cult techniques, I didn’t expect you to know the secret

against me, it’s original! How naive you

talking about? The divine powers of the Blood Cult are the

believe me? Then, let me show you what the

of demon blood, blood sacrifice of my

let out were almost the same as Spencer, except instead of calling upon the

tribe worshiped the

Boom!

above Spencer’s head, standing at a thousand feet tall, and the head could not be seen at a glance. But, facing the demon lord that the leader of the Blood Shura had summoned, the

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