Bang.
Bang bang!
His fists, having spent seventy years in the slowly rotating secret realm, were cocooned with calluses despite being protected by Gang Qi over years of constant use and occasional non-use.
A punch for each one.
Each punch held the power to pierce through their chests.
The scene was extremely shocking.
Blood was everywhere, as well as severed limbs and broken bodies.
Fang Yu's gaze was cold and stern – killing was not my intent, but I was forced to do so.
Seeing even the vampires of Prince Level unable to touch Fang Yu,
The Blood Emperor's brow furrowed slightly, pondering in secret. He wasn't worried about these subordinates, as they would come back to life after a while.
However...
Once everyone fell,
Who would protect the Curse Root?
Of course, the Blood Emperor wouldn't let such a situation happen, he immediately commanded: "Blood Clan below the Prince Level, all retreat… Princes and above, all enter the second form."
"Yes!"
The second form?
