Within Blood Soul Valley, it once again turned into a sea of blood and the form of Asura.
The breath of fire and bloodthirst was rampant in this ancient and eerie valley.
Ye Wuheng, the host of the Blood Soul Hall, at this moment, had already transformed into a beast driven by madness and desire, filled with bloodlust.
His eyes were like burning flames, reflecting terrified faces all around.
"Lin Dong, you forced me into this!" Ye Wuheng's voice was hoarse and distorted, as if with each breath, countless wronged souls were wailing.
He suddenly waved his hand, activating the secret method of the Extraterritorial Blood Clan again, the blood-colored mist thickened as if to engulf the entire valley.
However, Lin Dong stood firm like a rock, his gaze cold as ice, the long sword in his hand glimmering with a cold light, each swing precisely blocking Ye Wuheng's frenzied attacks.
