Wei Bao took off his upper garments, revealing well-defined muscles, and his fists clashed, emitting the sound of metal clanging.
"Come!"
He had long been impatient.
The next moment, goosebumps erupted all over his body.
The turbulent sea underfoot suddenly transformed into an endless sea of blood, with foul waves crashing wildly.
The massive moon overhead was also shrouded in an ominous blood-red hue.
Obsidian pillars sprung up from the seabed, each carved with lifelike and grotesque demon mummies.
Thanks to King Solomon's great rocket... no, the seventy-two Demon God Statues, which propelled Wang Yunxiao to ascend to Blood Slaughter, rising to the pinnacle, achieving a complete form.
A murderous intent.
Wei Bao swallowed hard, feeling as if a blade was lightly scraping back and forth in his mouth and nostrils.
That was murderous intent that had materialized into substance.
