More and more blood slaves are moving closer to Qin Changan's position. Although Qin Changan controls the magma, he kills a large number of blood slaves with countless flaming war spears.
Zhao Ziling stood behind Qin Changan, waving his spear to crush the blood slaves Qin Changan missed, frowning.
There was a hint of worry in his eyes, because he could feel that as time went by, Qin Changan missed more and more blood slaves.
"Qin Chang'an, if you can't hold on any longer, just say something. You can't die here yet. Those old guys in the Beidao Shrine are still waiting for you."
The spear in Zhao Ziling's hand trembled slightly, and he looked at the hunched Qin Chang'an behind him. When he came, those old guys had repeatedly ordered that Qin Chang'an must be brought back alive.
If something happened to this guy, would those old guys have to skin him?
"Don't worry, I won't die yet."
Qin Changan covered his mouth and coughed lightly. Blood seeped out from between his fingers. The blood flowed down the pipa bones and dyed his entire back red.
But he still insisted on controlling the flames, controlling the magma to condense the flame war spear, and killed the blood slaves that rushed towards him.
Without Pang Xiu's restraint, a large number of blood slaves poured into Wushuang City like a tide, and other disciples of Beidao Shrine gradually fell into a bitter battle.
In just an hour, the number of blood slaves that poured into the city had exceeded thousands, and they were densely packed for hundreds of miles.
A large number of strong men died tragically and were devoured by blood slaves. In the blink of an eye, even their flesh and blood were stuffed into their mouths and eaten clean.
"Jiejiejiejie... blood... so much blood..."
A skinny blood slave struggled to climb up the gap in the city wall. His small eyes scanned the surroundings with joy, feeling the rich smell of blood in the air, and his whole body trembled with excitement.
He had forgotten how many years he had not smelled such a strong smell of blood.
"You Laogui, don't forget the king's order. If you dare to do anything random, I will deal with you first."
A burly figure jumped onto the city wall, more than two meters high, carrying a broad sword behind him, stepping on the city wall, shattering the ground.
He looked at the skinny guy in front of him with some displeasure, not knowing what the king was thinking and why he sent him to Wushuang City with him.
"Don't worry, Old Dog Pei, I won't forget it, but if I want to do things, I have to regain my strength. It's not too much for me to suck a few mouthfuls of so much blood, right?"
You Laogui stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked his lips. His tongue was long and slender. After scanning his eyes with his narrow eyes, he slowly noticed Qin Changan who was dozens of miles away.
"The smell of blood is so strong, this little guy is mine."
You Laogui felt the rich bloody aura emanating from Qin Changan's body, and it seemed as if his heart was beating several times faster.
This was the first time he encountered such a strong smell of blood. The smell of blood in this guy was almost as strong as that of a blood demon.
"We have to be fast. We can't delay here for too long. We still need to find the human who cooperates with the king."
Pei Liao frowned, looking at the skinny You Laogui, a trace of impatience flashed across his face, but in the end he still did whatever he wanted.
The corners of You Laogui's mouth slowly raised into a sneer, and his rickety body slowly stood upright amid a clicking sound.
As he stood upright, sharp bone spurs pierced out from his spine, seven up and down, like seven sharp swords.
You Laogui's figure instantly disappeared from the spot, passing through the afterimages, and headed straight to the battlefield where Qin Changan was. Along the way, all the blood slaves he passed were thrown away by him.
A distance of sixty miles, and only ten breaths of time, he had already arrived in front of Qin Changan, standing on top of the tide of blood slave corpses, squatting and looking at Qin Changan who was pressing his hands on the ground.
"Fire? Something's wrong. The power contained in the spiritual source in this guy's body is obviously a strong blood force."
You Laogui raised his eyebrows slightly, it seemed that the situation displayed by Qin Changan was different from what he had guessed.
At the same time, Qin Changan suddenly raised his head and looked at You Laogui, feeling that this guy had no spiritual power fluctuations on his body and looked like a corpse.
He felt a bone-chilling chill from those narrow eyes, as if a monster was staring at its prey.