Facing the siege of two Dou Huangs, Fan Lao appeared somewhat bewildered.
He was well aware that while his Blood Clan's cultivation method was powerful and mysterious, and his progress was rapid, it relied heavily on external forces, hindering the condensation of his internal Dou Qi. This put him at a disadvantage against opponents of the same realm.
Previously, Fan Lao's consistent battles with Ying Li were largely due to his one-star higher cultivation level.
Even so, despite this, he had never gained the upper hand in their numerous clashes.
Now, with the addition of Yuan Yi, the leader of the Eight Gates, Fan Lao felt the pressure multiply, and he was on the verge of collapse.
"Yuan Yi! My Blood Clan and your Eight Gates have never had any grudges. Are you determined to help Ying Li and my Blood Clan fight to the death today?"
Fan Lao's eyes flickered, darting around imperceptibly as he shouted through gritted teeth.
Yuan Yi sneered coldly and said, "Fan Lao, aren't you ignorant?"
"This is the Black Horn Territory. It's either kill or be killed. As for whether there's a grudge or not... does it matter?"
Yeah, does it matter whether there's a grudge or not?
They've clearly come for the Blood Clan, and no amount of talking now will change anything!
"Arrogant! How could I, Fan Lao, fear you?"
His face twitched, and finally, Fan Lao roared.
His eyes were filled with ferocity, and an overwhelming blood-red fighting spirit surged from his body. The fighting spirit rose, transforming around him into a vast sea of blood, thirty or four feet wide, completely obscuring his form.
"Hehe, Fan Lao, I didn't expect that after all these years, you're still using the same old tricks! Those things won't work on me," sneered the old rival, the Black Skull Tomb's master.
Glancing at the spreading sea of blood, Shadow Li raised his hands, and a dark, cold green flame instantly erupted from his palms.
The instant the flames appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees!
"Netherfire!"
With a gentle wave of his hand, the dark green flames suddenly expanded. In mere seconds, the dark green flames, no bigger than a fist, expanded to two or three meters in size...
This flame was no strange fire, nor was it the Dou Qi flame cultivated through orthodox fire-attributed techniques.
It was a dark fire condensed by the unique techniques of the Black Skull Tomb!
This dark green flame seemed to come from the depths of hell. If it penetrated a person, it would instantly corrode and dissolve all the Dou Qi, along with the blood, flesh, and essence...
Its power was so strong that, while not a strange fire, it was incomparable to ordinary fire!
As a longtime rival, Fan Lao naturally knew the strangeness of his opponent's flames. So, upon witnessing the other party unleash the Netherfire, he immediately formed a vortex of blood within his own sea of blood...
The vortex spun and expanded, finally swallowing the dark green Netherfire in one gulp.
Flames swept across the sea of blood, and the sea of blood churned...
At this moment, the two sides were in a stalemate, the flames continuously burning the sea of blood, while the sea of blood continuously sapped the flames' power.
From then on, the outcome would come down to who could outlast the other.
Under normal circumstances, the two would most likely end in a draw...
But now, Ying Li had help!
Yuan Yi, observing the two men in the stalemate, a glint in his eyes. His hands continuously gathered energy, finally converging into a forty-meter-long Dou Qi sword.
"Three Avici Dao Swords! Slash! Slash! Slash!"
The soaring sword energy, as if threatening to rip apart the heavens and earth, instantly tore through the already thinning sea of blood...
The sea of blood dissipated, and two figures within it slowly reappeared.
Ying Li was unharmed, aside from a slight shortness of breath. Meanwhile, Fan Lao's robes were shredded, blood streaming down his arms and dripping from his palms.
Clearly, Fan Lao had sustained significant injuries from Yuan Yi's three earlier strikes, caught between the two men.
Seeing Fan Lao's expression, Ying Li felt a sense of relief he had never felt before.
The two had clashed several times over the years, each ultimately ending in failure. This left Ying Li, with his backer, feeling deeply frustrated.
But there was nothing he could do. His master had long ago warned him not to disturb him unless it was a matter of life and death. That was why Fan Lao had been allowed to continue roaming around until now!
"Hey, Fan Lao, it looks like today is your last day in this world!"
He glanced at the Blood Robe Castle in the city. The two Dou Wang elders of the Blood Clan had already been instantly slain by Mo Tang.
The remaining disciples were also terrified, and had already fled... As for those who didn't flee, could you expect a group of Dou Masters, Grand Dou Masters, or Dou Spirits to help? "Hehe, you think you can defeat me?" A sly smile suddenly appeared on Fan Lao's face. The seals in his hands suddenly changed, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. As the blood dispersed, Fan Lao's figure disappeared in an extremely strange way. Blood
Escape Technique! This is also one of the secret techniques mastered by the Blood Clan. Yuan Yi, who was fighting Fan Lao for the first time, was obviously not expecting him to have such a trick. Seeing this, his expression changed and he was shocked.
In comparison, Ying Li was much calmer.
He raised his hand to stop Yuan Yi, who was about to pursue him, then raised his chin and gestured in a direction.
Yuan Yi looked up and saw that a hundred meters from the Dusk City wall, the air suddenly rippled slightly. A bloody shadow suddenly appeared, and a pale-faced Fan Lao fell from it.
While the Blood Escape Technique allowed Fan Lao to instantly escape the battlefield, it also took a heavy toll on the user.
In Fan Lao's current state, unless he wanted to avoid death from excessive blood loss, he wouldn't be able to escape far.
The reason Ying Li didn't pursue him was that he realized someone had already taken action...
A flash of silver light appeared almost simultaneously with the bloody shadow. By the time Fan Lao emerged, a long, lightning-like Dou Qi blade had already pierced his chest...
"You...you..."
He had no time to react.
Fan Lao's face paled even further, and a mouthful of blood, mixed with shattered internal organs, spurted out.
"It's over, Sect Leader Fan."
Mo Tang had a smile on his face, and he became the last image that Fan Lao saw in this world.
The death of Fan Lao also directly disintegrated the last resistance of the Blood Clan.
The old vampire demon, who was already preoccupied with being besieged by three people, did not hesitate at all, and directly used the blood escape technique to escape. After all
, he was a seven-star Douhuang. Although he was no match for the three people, he would not be injured in the short term, so Mo Tang and others had no intention of chasing him.
Because they all knew that they would not be able to catch him!
Fan Lao died, and the Blood Clan was destroyed.
Now, it's time for them to reap their own fruits!
Let's talk about the performance of this book. The average subscription is less than 100... It's definitely a flop among flops.
But this is also expected. The level is limited, and the direction chosen is not very attractive, so this is normal.