Streams of blood qi poured from his body, scarlet light wreathing him until Xu Yan looked like a man made entirely of blood.
A powerful aura rose from him, his dense blood qi blazing like a furnace and filling all three with alarm.
"This is bad! The brat is burning his essence blood! He's staking his life on this!" the sinister middle-aged cultivator shrieked. Even with two Corpse Puppets shielding him, he still sensed a deadly threat.
Feeling Xu Yan's aura grow stronger by the moment, the middle-aged cultivator's icy face took on a ruthless look. He spat a mouthful of essence blood onto the two Corpse Puppets before him.
Sizzle, sizzle.
The two Corpse Puppets swiftly absorbed every drop of essence blood. Their pitch-black bodies immediately erupted with boundless bloody light, powerful streams of corpse qi pouring out as fine crimson scales began covering them.
"You forced me to use a forbidden art! I'll tear you into ten thousand pieces!" The sinister middle-aged cultivator's heart bled. He had used a forbidden Secret Art, and after this battle, these two Corpse Puppets, which could originally have advanced into Blood Corpses, would lose their spiritual essence entirely and never advance again.
The sinister middle-aged cultivator stared at Xu Yan with a cruel expression. After being enhanced by his Secret Art, his two Corpse Puppets were more than capable of withstanding the young Demon Cultivator's Divine Ability.
Once the other two freed themselves up, this Demon Cultivator would be dead beyond doubt!
"Huh!"
The sinister middle-aged Demon Cultivator's expression changed violently. Contrary to his expectations, that demonic Divine Ability never descended. The Demon Cultivator had actually burned his essence blood to flee!
A red light flashed before his eyes, and the cultivator was already a thousand zhang away.
His face slightly pale,