Suddenly, he blinked. A wave of exhaustion spread out from him, wrapping around his muscles and making them relax. At the same time, he felt fear and regret. Although his outburst allowed him to vent his anger, he now felt tense.
"I didn't use any Spirit Stream Sect techniques," he thought, trembling inwardly, "only things from the Blood Stream Sect. Technically, my body refining magic is related to the Blood Flow system. Maybe they'll punish me, but they won't kill me. Will they?" Although he wanted to reach out to the great figure to try and destroy the Blood Flow Sect, he wasn't confident about succeeding.
Middle Peak was completely silent...
Even in the Blood Flow realm, such slaughter was rare. Witnessing such a fight left everyone completely shocked, simultaneously changing their understanding of Nightcrypt.
The silence was broken by an ancient voice. "Finished with the killing?!"
Meanwhile, the blurry figure in front of Yan Xiaobao slowly emerged.
