"Want to die? It won't be that easy!"
Hong Yu sneered and flicked his hand, sending out a streak of black light.
Immediately...
Xingtian suddenly appeared at his side, five orbs of black light swirling in his palm.
The black light locked onto Demon Blood's body.
It shot into Demon Blood's body unimpeded, circled him once, and formed a layer of black light that trapped him like a cage.
A flicker of disbelief danced in Demon Blood's blood-red eyes.
He found that his Life Force was still draining away rapidly. But his Primordial Spirit, which should have been able to flee his body by now, was also trapped inside.
'To bind the Primordial Spirit is to bind the Soul!'
'Such a technique is simply inconceivable!'
"Impossible! How could you bind my Primordial Spirit?" He had planned to make Blood Wen's body self-destruct. Even if it didn't kill Hong Yu, it would have bought his Primordial Spirit a chance to escape.
