"No, I don't believe it!"
Li Xiuqi was crazed with fury. Yuan Yue's continuous retreat beneath Ye Tian's assault was already a foregone conclusion. He knew clearly that victory and defeat had been decided; even if he brought out his strongest trump card, he still had no hope of defeating Ye Tian.
But Li Xiuqi refused to accept it.
With a raised hand, he tore apart the black Taoist robe on his body, revealing his bare upper torso. His physique was muscular, his muscles evenly proportioned to perfection. The only abnormal thing was that his skin was terrifyingly pale, even faintly tinged with blue.
Li Xiuqi reached out and slashed across his chest. In an instant, a palm-length wound appeared over his heart, and blood immediately spurted forth!
Li Xiuqi's crimson eyes were filled with madness and fury. Staring at Ye Tian, he panted heavily as a savage grin spread across his face.
"Blood Sacrifice Corpse Puppet!"
The blood spraying from Li Xiuqi's chest did not flow down his body. Instead, it floated eerily through the air, forming a line of blood whose other end connected directly to Yuan Yue beside him.
Under Li Xiuqi's control, Yuan Yue raised her hand and cut across the center of her brow, creating a wound over an inch long.
The blood flowing from Li Xiuqi's chest streamed through the wound in Yuan Yue's brow and poured into her body.
In an instant, Yuan Yue's eyes turned scarlet, like two rubies.
At the same time, an overwhelming stench of blood erupted from Yuan Yue's body. Her originally azure Taoist robe rapidly turned blood-red, as if it had soaked in a sea of blood for tens of millions of years.
Yuan Yue clasped her hands together and formed a hand seal. Red mist suddenly began