Fang Zhixing walked forward, chuckling: "If you walk by the river often, your shoes are bound to get wet. You are too confident."
As he spoke, he approached Han Yeshang again, raising his right palm, with flames surging in his palm.
"Techniques·Fireball Sweep!"
In an instant, the void turned into a vast sea of fire, stretching thirty thousand miles!
"Blood Transformation Mist!"
Han Yeshang immediately cast a spell, releasing billowing blood mist.
The blood mist obscured the heavens and earth, extremely foul, with countless vengeful spirits faintly appearing.
The raging fire, under the impact of the blood mist, did not cause much lethal effect.
Han Yeshang secretly breathed a sigh of relief but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.
"Blood Reversal again!" Han Yeshang clutched his chest, his face growing increasingly pallid.
A strong sense of crisis struck!
Even now, he still could not figure out Fang Zhixing's true nature.
