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The Watchers' leader was using his own blood to accelerate the portal's opening!
"Damn! It can work like this?!"
"Wasn't the Blood Legion supposed to descend in four days?"
Clearly, events had already gone beyond Cao Xing's expectations.
At this rate, the Blood Legion would likely descend ahead of schedule!
Cao Xing drew in a sharp breath and quickly said, "Attack with everything you've got! Break the barrier and destroy the blood pool as fast as possible!"
A cold sentence came from behind Zhu Feiyu. Zhu Feiyu instinctively swung his sword back and thrust behind him, but Yang Xuyue turned into a phantom once more.
After enduring for an unknown number of breaths, He Shaoji felt his body slowing down. Other than spiritual power, nearly all his various powers had been exhausted. Yet under such circumstances, ordinary spiritual power simply lacked sufficient intensity. If this continued, death was his only outcome.
"Who is it?!" The middle-aged man gripped the spirit beast pouch and shouted toward a certain direction.
After all, they had invitations in hand, so the gatekeepers still let them in.
The only ones capable of suppressing him in cultivation were Ao Yunlong, Wither-Rise Venerable, and Ice Cloud Fairy. Yet he possessed this innate advantage in movement technique. Even the well-informed Wither-Rise Venerable and Meng Wuhen could not identify the origins of his footwork.
This made Yi Yun feel somewhat embarrassed. He hurriedly said, "Since Senior Monk Emperor thinks so highly of this junior, why not tell me what it is? So long as I can do it, I will certainly not refuse."
Naturally, I couldn't lose face in front of the Japanese. I gritted my teeth and downed the B52, blue flames and all, in one gulp.
What Lin Cheng cared about most was not what