Song Zhong looked at the blood drops filling the sky. Bolts of lightning suddenly shot out from around him, blasting toward them.
With both clones attacking at the same time, this stretch of space was completely covered by lightning.
But in the same way, this stretch of space was also covered by blood drops.
At this moment, this world was half blood-red and half purple, and the two colors were tangled together, colliding nonstop.
"Stalling for time... You're hoping Xing God or Dragon God will come save you, aren't you... Don't worry. You won't be able to wait that long."
As Song Zhong released lightning, he spoke coldly. "Besides, the two of them are injured right now too."
Bloodthirsty God's divine soul was hidden in who knew which blood drop—or perhaps it existed within every single drop. Hearing Song Zhong's words, he gave no reply.
He did not know whether Song Zhong's words were true or false.
Nor did he need to care whether they were true or false. Song Zhong was definitely trying to use words to affect his Dao heart and interfere with his fighting.
What he needed to do now was ignore Song Zhong's words, stall as long as possible, and wait for either Xing Shen or Dragon God to come to his rescue.
This was also his only chance of survival.
In the void, bolt after bolt of lightning collided with those blood drops, releasing hiss after hiss.
The brows of Song Zhong's two clones furrowed even tighter. This Bloodthirsty God was truly disgusting him.
What he naturally needed to do now was kill Bloodthirsty God as quickly as possible, then go support the side with Xing Shen or the side with Dragon God.
But after Bloodthirsty God had transformed into countless blood drops, the power