When the demon clan on the wasteland saw the human clan retreating, they immediately approached.
But unexpectedly, a figure stood in front of them at this time.
He was a man covered in blood, but he exuded an extremely strong smell of blood, which made them intimidated.
"Hehehe..."
The young man looked at the bloody scene in front of him, with greed in his eyes, and blood-red energy suddenly overflowed from his side, clinging to the surroundings like veins.
Like roots and tendons, he walked step by step towards the demonic tide in front of him.
"Stop! Stop!"
Seeing this scene, the leader of the six-level monster felt something bad. He stepped back, and the monsters behind him also stepped back.
"Eight Realms..."
The six-level monster looked at the person in front of him and suddenly recognized him.
"Second Peak Master? But Second Peak Master?"
But the young man seemed unable to hear the man's voice.
He kept repeating the word "blood" in his mouth, and the veins clinging to the ground immediately poured into the demon group.
"drink!!"
The young man's figure disappeared from the spot, and the next moment his sharp fangs bit into the neck of the six realm monster.
The monster's eyes widened in disbelief.
But in just a short period of time, the blood on his body was sucked dry, and he lost his breath.
"save……"
It hammered it with its hand, and the shriveled corpse fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the monsters and beasts around them all stepped back. They all had some fear in their eyes and did not dare to step forward.
"Blood……"
The young man rushed into the demon group, and bursts of blood mist exploded from the demon group. In an instant, hundreds of demons were killed by his hands.
On top of that city tower.
Mucang looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
"He alone can stop thousands of demons..."
But when he saw the bloodthirsty laughter on the dog's face, he couldn't help but shudder.
Today's teenagers are so intimidating.
Under the young man's suppression, the wasteland was filled with blood mist.
The demon tribe was overwhelmed and had to retreat.
"Back! Back off!"
The Eight Realms were subverted, and now the Shu Demon King was entangled again, and the young man in front of him seemed to be tireless, making them feel afraid.
The demons retreated for more than ten miles and fled the wasteland as quickly as possible.
The young man sucked the demon's blood, step by step, and when he raised his hand again, he saw that only corpses were left on the wasteland.
"Boom..."
The rain fell harder and harder, washing away the blood on the young man's body, and also washing away the countless corpses.
The smell of blood overwhelmed the earthy smell of rain.
The young man stood on the wasteland and sucked greedily, with lunatic laughter coming from his mouth from time to time.
He grabbed a corpse from the ground that had been killed by a sword, sucking the demon blood that had never been drained, and then grabbed a human corpse, which seemed to be a certain swordsman...
The demon clan was in awe, and all the monks and warriors on the city wall were horrified.
"Who is that?"
Seeing this scene, a warrior said: "Drinking blood for a living, this person is more terrifying than that monster."
There were constant discussions around him.
Mucang opened his mouth, but didn't know how to refute.
Old Scarzi on the side frowned and asked: "What should I do..."
Heavy rain fell on the gun in Mucang's hand, washing it clean, and the silver light exploded again.
"I……"
Mucang pursed his lips and asked, "Why are you asking me? I don't know."
After hearing this, Lao Scarzi breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Now that the pockmark is gone, you have to send someone named Song again. I don't care who you ask."
Mucang's arms trembled. He turned his head and glanced at the people standing on the city wall, including dozens of monks and thousands of warriors.
He sighed and said, "I don't have the ability, so you should do it."
But Lao Scar shook his head and said: "It is difficult for a brave man to become a general without any plans, but it is fine for me to kill demons."
"Is it possible for me to do it?" Mucang asked.
"You can do it."
Old Scar looked at him and said: "I say you can do it, so you can do it. You have to take the position of leader, whether you want to or not!"
Mucang held the gun, and he realized at this moment that he had no choice.
Under such circumstances, it is most appropriate for him to do it, not because he can really do it, but because he has the leader of Song behind him, and apart from Mazi, he is the only one.
Mucang let out a long sigh, and the rain fell into his eyes. The raindrops spread out like the stamens of a flower blooming. At this moment, his heart was in a mess, and he didn't know what to do.
The killing in the wasteland came to a halt because of that young man.
"Boom!"
The roar of thunder resounded in my ears.
The young man's figure stood above the countless corpses, and the rainwater fell down his hair, mixed with wisps of reddish blood stained on the hair.
On top of that green mountain.
Chen Changsheng looked towards the wasteland.
Qingtianyou also paused, looking through the haze of the heavy rain, he saw the young man standing alone on the deserted sea.
"It's him..."
Qing Tianyou was a little surprised. He frowned and said, "Now his situation is much more serious than I thought."
"He is already terminally ill." Chen Changsheng said.
Qingtianyou nodded and said: "It's understandable that the monks and warriors in the Divine Realm retreated. Why does this monster clan..."
Chen Changsheng said: "Although the demon tide is enough to drown him, but considering the damage, it is obviously not worth it. He has a cultivation level comparable to that of the Eighth Realm Great Demon, but he does not distinguish between friend and foe. The demon clan is also seeking stability by doing this."
"I see."
Qing Tianyou nodded slightly, his eyes always focused on the young man.
After a moment of daze.
He sighed softly and said: "He is like this now. It would be better if he doesn't wake up. If he wakes up..."
Chen Changsheng sighed softly and said, "He is about to wake up."
Qingtian You was startled after hearing this, and felt pity in his heart.
.
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The young man drank an unknown amount of red blood, and the demon blood in his body seemed to be satisfied and gradually subsided.
Under the wash of the cold heavy rain, the young man's mind slowly regained consciousness.
The pungent smell of blood completely woke the boy up.
His steps staggered and he almost fell to the ground.
The dog steadied himself, wiped the rain off his face, panted and looked around.
There are corpses all over the place, and without exception, all of them have been drained of blood.
The dog froze on the spot and staggered back two steps.
He looked down at his hands, and there was blood between his fingers. His breathing became heavier, and his hands couldn't help but tremble.
Looking around this wasteland, the dog seemed to hear the endless sounds of fighting, and countless people and monsters died in his own hands.
"ah!!!"
He squatted down holding his head and let out a heart-rending wail.
The dog looked painful. He stood up and looked at the tower in the distance.
He turned his head and looked at the vast demon realm.
As he took steps, he hesitated.
He didn't know where he could go now, as if this land full of corpses was his destination.