Screech!
Wang Teng Main Body successfully entered the third Poison Nightmare Demon Body.
While resisting the crimson beams, the Moth Demon Race Upper Demon Venerable suddenly turned to look over, as if it had sensed something.
Its gaze landed directly on the third Poison Nightmare Demon Body, and it frowned slightly.
"Just now, that was..."
It was somewhat uncertain.
It seemed to have sensed something just now, yet when it looked over now, there was nothing.
But it refused to believe it. Its gaze swept back and forth across the third Poison Nightmare Demon Body and its surroundings, not overlooking even the slightest fluctuation.
Damn! Could this old bastard have noticed something?
The Blood God Clone's heart skipped a beat. How could he let it keep observing? He immediately shouted, "Demon Lord, take a Dragon Breath Bullet!"
As soon as he spoke, countless dense crimson beams suddenly converged, transforming into a thick crimson beam that shot straight toward the Moth Demon Race Upper Demon Venerable.
Boom!
The void was pierced through, leaving behind a long crimson trail surrounded by Space Rifts.
Those deep Space Rifts had all been dyed blood-red.
"Courting death!"
The Moth Demon Race Upper Demon Venerable had not expected the Blood God Clone to erupt so suddenly, and its heart jolted.
Damn, this kid had no Martial Morality!
He actually launched a sneak attack!
It hurriedly waved a hand, condensing a large number of black arrows to meet the crimson beam.
This time, the number of black arrows had increased severalfold.
That was because it could sense the power of the crimson beam. It was incomparable to the previous crimson beams.
Of course, it did not take this attack seriously at all. So what if the attacks were concentrated? Could they really injure it?
What a joke!