The sky roared, locking onto Ye Qiu, pursuing relentlessly, his eyes fixed tightly on Ye Qiu's right arm.
To him, Ye Qiu's right arm was no ordinary limb, but an extraordinary artifact defying heaven's will.
No matter what, he must obtain it!
After all, as a master of Divinity Transformation level, his pursuit speed was incredibly fast. In just a few breaths, he caught up with Ye Qiu, his arms continuously swinging, as blood-red mist began to spread in the air.
In the next instant, the mist transformed into a blood-colored fist, crashing towards Ye Qiu's back.
"Ye Qiu, die for me!"
This strike, he was full of confidence because he had unleashed his strongest power, aiming to kill Ye Qiu in one stroke.
At this moment, for him, it was not just about obtaining Ye Qiu's right arm.
This battle also concerned his dignity!
On the territory of Blood Cross, where he personally made a move, if he still let Ye Qiu escape, wouldn't this matter become a laughingstock worldwide?
