The blood-colored mist churned violently, and three waist-thick blood dragons flew out, pouncing toward Han Debiao.
Han Debiao reacted swiftly. The humanoid phantom above his head moved its arms, sending dense black fist shadows shooting forth. They struck the three blood dragons in succession.
The three blood dragons burst apart one after another, turning into a cloud of blood mist. Without warning, a thick streak of blood light shot out from within the mist, heading straight for Han Debiao.
The Azure Luan Cloak on Han Debiao's body blazed with azure light, and he turned into an afterimage that vanished. The three blood dragons struck empty air.
The blood mist churned violently as blood ghosts with savage faces flew out one after another. At the same time, the blood-colored skull let out ghostly wails of "woo woo" and spat countless fine blood threads toward Han Debiao.
Relying on the Azure Luan Cloak, Han Debiao easily evaded the blood threads.
Dazzling black light surged from his hands. He slammed them toward the void, and with a piercing shriek of tearing air, two murky black fist shadows plunged into the blood mist, followed by two muffled booms.
Han Debiao frowned tightly. This was his first time fighting a cultivator from the Blood Skull Sect.
According to the intelligence Zhao Tianyun had provided, Blood Flame Sect cultivators specialized in blood-path divine abilities. Some of them commanded ghosts and controlled demons, making them exceptionally troublesome.
Knowing the enemy's abilities was one thing; figuring out how to break them was another.
Not every Blood Flame Sect cultivator possessed the same abilities. Who knew what special divine ability the other party had mastered? If he closed in to wound the enemy, the enemy might use some secret technique, and the gains would not make up for the