A hundred thousand pounds of iron strength suppresses a hundred insects, bloodline locks the yellow sparrow from afar

Outside the karst cave.

Fourth Li was sent flying by the second-tier Insect King's enormous fore-jaw, spewing mouthfuls of blood as he crashed backward toward the hard rock wall at a terrifying speed.

If he hit it solidly, his newly formed little Blood Furnace body would be smashed into a puddle of flesh on the spot.

Just as his back was about to touch the rock wall—the corner of certain death—

A broad, powerful, thick hand with a dark-black hue shot out fiercely from behind him.

The massive iron palm landed squarely and steadily against Fourth Li's back. Lu Chen had completely concluded his Great Circulation cultivation; this great demon god had emerged from seclusion and taken command of the entire battlefield.

The instant the iron palm touched his spine, scorching pure-yang Blood-Qi, hot as a furnace, surged wildly from Lu Chen's palm. That incomparably tyrannical force of hot blood flowed straight into Fourth Li's body, instantly bleeding away all the horrifying momentum of his flight while firmly protecting the vital points of his heart meridians, which were on the verge of snapping.

Fourth Li stopped in midair, his feet returning to the ground. His broad, coarse face was covered in horrifying bloodstains, and he still clenched the handle of his broken butcher's knife tightly in his palm.

"Benefactor..." Fourth Li's throat gurgled as he swallowed the blood froth surging up in great mouthfuls, turning to look at the ferocious body behind him that radiated astonishing heat.

"Your bones are pretty hard."

With a flex of one arm, Lu Chen gently shoved the reckless butcher toward the large stone slab behind him.

"Leave the rest to me."

His voice was not loud, but the killing intent within it was savage beyond measure.

Fourth Li's feet dragged across the ground as