Eight Desolate Ruins, Power of Three Desolates.
After activating the Golden-Winged Roc bloodline, Xu Yeming's speed surged drastically.
When Xu Rulin's knife-hand approached, he evaded effortlessly.
Xu Rulin frowned slightly as he watched his Moon Eclipse Netherworld Record-enhanced blade strike empty air.
He had already pushed his speed to the absolute limit moments ago.
The purpose was to end Xu Luo swiftly, giving him no opportunity to retaliate.
Facing an unknown heaven-defying technique, who knew what tricks the opponent might have remaining?
Eliminating the threat quickly was the safest method.
Xu Rulin looked at Xu Luo standing at the edge of the martial stage and said, "Golden-Winged Roc bloodline… and Qilin bloodline, Taotie bloodline—did you obtain the blood essence of these top-tier mutated beasts from the ruins?"
