All they saw was that Blood Claw wreathed in dense Demonic Qi reaching for the blood fruit.
Wang Yu sneered in his heart.
He truly was mad. Had no one told him this Yin Erosion Hall had been arranged by a Spirit Transformation Honored One? It seemed that although every Blood Pavilion disciple possessed a supreme-grade Blood Spiritual Root, there were even more straw-stuffed fools among them.
It was like a concentration camp for wastrel trash.
Figures like Zhuo Shouyun were, in the end, still few and far between.
"Ahhh!
"How could this be... Zhuo Shouyun, may you die a wretched death!"
Hm?
Hearing a familiar name, Wang Yu abruptly turned his head. As his gaze swept over, it met a figure. The current Zhuo Shouyun looked rather bedraggled, and not a single one of the subordinates at his side remained.
Only a few Blood Pavilion disciples stood beside him.
This heaven-defying straw bag who had acted rashly and attempted to break through an arrangement laid down by a Spirit Transformation Cultivator had clearly been tricked by him.
A handful of Blood Flame suddenly ignited, and in an instant, that person transformed into flying ash.
—Body and soul annihilated!
Everyone could not help feeling their throats go dry, and one after another they moved away from where Zhuo Shouyun stood. Those few Blood Pavilion disciples also stared at Zhuo Shouyun in shock and uncertainty, trying to retreat.
Unfortunately, it was still too late. They seemed to have been seized by the throat, their faces flushing crimson from suffocation, and countless streams of fresh blood spurted out from the openings of their faces.
All of it flowed into Zhuo Shouyun's body, and his aura became even stronger. In contrast, those few unlucky ghosts turned into dried corpses, even their Golden Cores