Ye Fengsheng suddenly squeezed his hand, and the previously slowly flowing blood immediately stopped. His tall body leaned slowly forward. The eyes of the sun and moon looked at Pei Shan ahead. After a long time, a strand of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth.
Almost at the same time, his entire body was covered in blood. Although it wasn't full of blood, it completely covered his thin body in a bright layer of red in an instant.
Three swords spun in the air, strands slowly falling onto his body, but after removing the blood from him, they replaced it with new blood. Even if the swords were wiped clean, wiped repeatedly, it was difficult to fend off the blood all over Ye Feng's body, while also breaking the sprayed blood.
He was soaked in his own blood, becoming a bloodthirsty man!
