Although the earlier skill, "Blood Explosion," had unleashed absurd power enough to shatter the entire space, it had also drained the Bloodsmith Hunter of an unprecedented amount of blood.
A full 2,710 tons of blood.
Had Ye Chen at the time he had just broken through to the fifth Nightmare realm borne that price, then even if he managed to survive, he would undoubtedly have collapsed unconscious on the spot.
But now, everything was utterly different.
Ye Chen's physical strength and hematopoietic ability were continuously rising, continuously improving, as though there were no ceiling to his growth at all!
And so, the Bloodsmith Hunter ultimately endured!
After suffering the full loss of 2,710 tons of blood from "Blood Explosion," Ye Chen had not fallen unconscious. Instead, he remained standing, straight and unyielding as ever, once again facing Ding Moluo!
Those azure-blue eyes, though steeped in exhaustion and suppressing unmistakable pain, still fixed themselves upon Ding Moluo like an enraged lion, as if only the death of his prey could quell the fury in his heart!
Feeling Ye Chen's icy, grim gaze, like that of the God of Death, Ding Moluo—half-kneeling on the ground—could not help but suck in a sharp breath.
"Hiss!"
The Block Clown immediately forced his weakened body to move, wanting to rise, wanting to retreat, wanting to put distance between himself and the terrifying monster before him!
However, the severe blood-needle wounds his heart had suffered earlier, together with the mental shock caused by activating the Spirit Realm for the third time today, had left Ding Moluo's limbs weak and his entire body powerless!
The Block Clown could not even stand up now, much less turn around and flee!
And just as Ding Moluo sat frozen in terror, Ye Chen's face—streaming with sweat, blood, and lake water—slowly