Thrown Out

The cold, sinister man in blood robes frowned. "This Destruction Legion soldier is truly troublesome. The Dao he opened up actually creates another world. Though such a 'Dao' is exceedingly weak in attack, it is incredibly formidable when it comes to preserving one's life and fleeing. The blood beast cannot even touch him!"

If it could not touch its enemy, how could it win?

"Is that all you've got?" Dongbo Xueying stood there and sneered. "I'm standing right here, yet you can't even harm a single hair on my head. I thought the blood beast was supposed to be impressive."

Even as he mocked it aloud, he was observing the blood beast, searching for a way to defeat it.

"You only know how to keep hiding." The blood beast stopped...