Blood Wen slowly opened his eyes, his face as calm as ever.
He stuck out his scarlet tongue to lick the corners of his lips. A heart-stopping chill emanated from him as his eyes, glinting with an inexplicable cold light, locked onto Hong Yu.
Under that intense gaze, even with his greatly increased strength, Hong Yu felt a chill shoot up from his heels and spread through his entire body.
Hong Yu took a deep breath, tilted his head slightly, and met his gaze.
In that instant, the clamorous battlefield fell silent.
Even Xingtian, who had been feasting on the experts of the Blood Demon Palace and devouring their Souls, sensed the change. He stopped and drifted lightly to Hong Yu's side.
The two stood side by side.
