The violent fist energy directly rushed into its organs, tearing its wings apart, and the entire body exploded into fragments.
And this was just the beginning, Ye Tian's fist energy followed through, smashing yet another mid-air.
It wasn't until the third one that the Blood clan leader, over five meters tall, stopped him.
"Wither."
Another Blood clan leader, with hands forming complex spells, pointed in the air, sending a black beam into Ye Tian's body.
This is the Blood clan's signature curse.
Withering Curse!
Causing all vegetation to wilt, life to decay, once hit by this, the physical body would instantly wither, leaving only the soul.
But Ye Tian's vitality was at its peak, like a green-gold mini sun suspended in the sky, neither dodging nor defending, he took the curse head-on, and only dimmed momentarily before revitalizing again.
"How is this possible?" The Blood clan leader was horrified.
Their full-powered Withering Curse, no creature could withstand it.
