A Life Hanging by a Thread

"Rip!"

A violent tearing sound rang out as Li Changfeng's domineering invisible blade aura slashed fiercely across the Bloodclad Leader's eagle claw, ripping open a bone-deep bloody gash. The powerful blade aura continued along his arm and cut into his body.

A deep bloody wound ran from his face to his chest, blood gushing wildly from it. He was sent flying by the blow and smashed heavily into the ground, howling in agony.

Even after suffering such an attack, the Bloodclad Leader had not died. The intense pain tore at his heart and lungs, and his eyes filled with mad, scarlet light as he glared viciously at Li Changfeng.

"Ah!! Damn it! You brat wounded me again!"

Li Changfeng's expression turned extremely grim. He had intended for that full-force strike to cleave this fellow in two, but he had still fallen just short. That tough body had forcibly withstood the blow.

"Damn it! If I weren't injured, that strike would have been enough to cut him in half!"

Li Changfeng's face was extremely pale. The blood he had lost nearly made him faint, but fortunately, his powerful recovery ability had stopped the bleeding, and his wounds were slowly healing.

The Bloodclad Leader's face was filled with resentment. "Let's see how you block this time!"

As soon as he spoke, the Bloodclad Leader suddenly attacked. Blood-red true energy boiled throughout his body as he unleashed the third move of the Blood Demon Eagle Claw, Eagle Strikes of Nine Forms. Violent blood-red true energy gathered around his body, radiating a brutal and bloody aura.

His blood-colored wings flapped fiercely, transforming into nine hundred-meter blood-colored demonic eagle phantoms in midair. They dove madly toward Li Changfeng, their bodies merging with the void as they moved at astonishing speed.

Li Changfeng was completely surrounded,