"Boy, since you've crippled my son and hindered my advancement to the Nascent Soul Realm, absorbing all your vital blood is the only way to ease the hatred in my heart." Zhao Wencheng glared furiously at Ye Guichen.
Zhao Wencheng's aura had already reached its peak. His body trembled, and countless droplets of blood flowed down, floating in the air. With a forceful push, the blood droplets transformed into numerous blood needles rushing towards Ye Guichen.
"Purple Cloud Divine Thunder!"
A silver-purple lightning bolt suddenly struck the blood needles from the sky, instantly reducing them to nothingness.
Ye Guichen waved his hand, and twelve figures appeared behind him.
Muttering incantations, Ye Guichen commanded the twelve Earthly Branch Iron Armor to swiftly surround Zhao Wencheng.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Wencheng attempted to leap into the air, but found his feet suddenly bound by two vines that had emerged from the ground.
