The surging blood energy did not directly envelop Yun Ming. Instead, it swept toward the village below.
Seeing this, Ya Li brought her hands together. Brilliant holy radiance burst forth behind her as the Prayer Angel Martial Soul appeared at her back. Dazzling sacred light blocked the Blood Demon's power from eroding downward!
However, the terrifying pressure of a Limit Douluo still left Ya Li struggling to hold on.
Seeing this, Yun Ming accelerated. With one thrust, he tore through every defense before him, and the tip of the Heavenly Spear pierced the Blood Demon Douluo's blood-soaked body.
A sound like the wailing of countless ghosts erupted from the Blood Demon Douluo's mouth. His body swelled even further, radiating an indescribably terrifying power!
Self-destruction!
He was going to self-destruct!
Realizing this, Yun Ming immediately withdrew and moved before Ya Li and the others, raising an enormous Soul Power barrier.
In the sky, the Blood Demon Douluo's expression twisted as his body exploded violently. Boundless blood mist devoured every living thing within a hundred li, leaving only those behind Yun Ming and the village below unharmed.
In this era, the power of a Limit Douluo far surpassed that of ancient times. The devastation caused by their self-destruction had long exceeded that of a Rank 9 Soul Tool.
But let alone a Rank 9 Soul Tool—even a Rank 12 Soul Tool was something Yun Ming was confident he could block.
Ya Li turned back to look at Yun Qianzhao and Xu Xiaoyan, asking with concern, "Are you two all right?"
Both shook their heads. Yun Qianzhao asked, "Is the Blood Demon Douluo dead?"
Yun Ming shook his head. "I'm not sure, but I think there's a very high chance he isn't."
A flicker of disappointment passed through Yun Qianzhao's eyes upon hearing