Blood Demon Race Youth

Zhang Tie stood more than thirty yards away when dark crimson ripples suddenly spread through the void behind him, and the Blood Demon Race youth appeared like a ghost.

A chilling glint burst from his deep violet pupils. With a violent flick of his right hand, the dark golden cone-shaped treasure shot forth amid a shrill howl.

Fine blood-red patterns flowed across the treasure's surface, each one exhaling scarlet mist. Wherever it passed, space seemed to be sliced apart by an invisible blade, leaving behind twisted black cracks.

The cone-shaped treasure tore through the air at a speed too fast for the naked eye to follow, reaching Zhang Tie's back in the blink of an eye.

The piercing sound of it breaking through the air was like countless evil ghosts howling beside his ears. The air compressed to its limit, forming a crimson energy vortex at the treasure's tip, as though it could shred Zhang Tie's heart and soul apart in the next instant.

Yet at that critical moment, dazzling golden light suddenly rose around Zhang Tie, as if an ancient war god had awakened.

He spun sharply, and the gusts he stirred up sent waves of air rolling through the void. The bone sword clutched in both hands collided violently with the cone-shaped treasure, making the void tremble fiercely.

The boom exploded like thunder, and space within a hundred yards twisted violently.

Several spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the bone sword's surface, black demonic energy seeping from them in thin strands. The cone-shaped treasure, meanwhile, was sent flying by the powerful recoil, trailing a long streak of bloody light.

Zhang Tie, however, stood firmly where he was like a towering mountain. Beneath his feet, the void rippled under the pressure of his overwhelming aura.

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