Spoils of War

Cang Qingzi was somewhat unnerved. There were many ominous forces within this Blessed Land, and he worried that he might become tainted by curses or something of the sort.

At the same time, another thought arose in Cang Qingzi's mind.

Could it have been the cultivator who had escaped earlier?

But if that man could ambush and kill them right under their noses, wasn't that far too terrifying?

And had he done it deliberately?

Many thoughts flashed through Cang Qingzi's mind.

He and the sole remaining Spirit Transformation cultivator found a place together, intending to rest and recover for the time being.

But at that moment, a blood shadow suddenly lunged out.

"Ah!"

The other Spirit Transformation cultivator immediately let out a miserable cry as his essence, energy, and spirit were swallowed clean away.

Cang Qingzi was utterly horrified.

This time, he had seen the other party strike clearly. His face was filled with shock. "It really is him!"

Cang Qingzi shouted, "You dare act but not admit it? Why not show yourself and fight this one openly and honorably!"

Then, a figure emerged from the void. It was Chen Wang.

Chen Wang had only pretended to leave earlier. He had hidden to one side all along, watching Cang Qingzi's group, striking repeatedly to eliminate several people and spread panic.

His understanding of the Dao of Space was exceedingly profound; otherwise, he would have been easily discovered.

Killing intent surfaced on Cang Qingzi's face. He sneered. "No matter how strong the Blood God Son is, it can't devour three people in succession within such a short time, can it?"

He clearly knew something about the Blood God Son secret art.

Chen Wang did not bother concealing anything now.

Not long ago, he had controlled the Blood God Son to devour