Blood.

Blood splattered.

The air whines, but the impact doesn't stop.

The blood that flew out was shattered in mid-air, turning into a misty crimson mist.

Wu Xiaode and Xi'an stood in the flying blood mist, and used all their strength to hit each other with various tricks.

Wu Xiaode didn't dodge or dodge, and he didn't care that he was already covered in blood.

Sion fought back and forth, no matter what, he had to find a way to resist

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