Shen Lian stood where he was, his brow tightly furrowed—he had not expected Tang San to be so insane that, in order to recover his strength, he would slaughter everyone in the Capital of Slaughter.
Yet if Shen Lian stepped in to stop him now, Tang San would inevitably seize an opening and strike back. He could only watch as the blood energy continuously flowed into Tang San's body.
Before long, everyone in the Capital of Slaughter had been massacred. The dense blood energy nearly dyed the entire city red.
Tang San's condition underwent a dramatic change as well—the blood at the corner of his mouth vanished, the wounds on his body healed at a visible rate, and even his aura became several degrees stronger than before.
Even more astonishingly, the cracks covering the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand gradually healed under the nourishment of the blood energy. Its blade once more radiated a dark red gleam, becoming even sharper than before.
"Shen Lian, you despicable bastard, die!"
Tang San roared and charged forward again, swinging the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
This time, dense blood energy coiled around the scythe blade. Every strike carried a sinister force, and both its speed and power had increased considerably.
Shen Lian's expression remained unchanged as he met the attack with the Destruction God Staff.
The sound of repeated clashes rang out as dark purple divine power intertwined with dark red blood energy in the air. Every collision sent vast waves of energy surging outward.
Yet even after Tang San had strengthened himself with blood energy, he still gained no advantage beneath the pressure of the Destruction God Staff, a super divine artifact. Following another collision, Tang San was sent flying back again, and a dent was blasted into the divine armor on his