The palm that was rushing toward Spencer was huge. It was entirely overwhelming. The situation had changed rapidly and took an unexpected turn.

Even for a master at Tribulation Crossing, Spencer couldn’t move a single inch as the slap came at him. He froze in place like a wooden puppet and watched as the slap landed heavily on his face.

 

Boom!

Spencer flew through the air, hitting the wall heavily.

The wall was not damaged, as expected, but his body had been brutally smashed. He coughed out mouthfuls of blood.

The leader of the Blood Shura was unforgiving, charging over after that blow.

Spencer understood that the most challenging moment in his life had come.

Roar!

“Mighty dragon of the divine blood, blood sacrifice of my honor! With my flesh and blood, I call upon the gods!”

 

him boiled. His clothes shredded to pieces, and a series of cracks appeared on his body, and fresh blood gushed out from him, forming a pool of blood under his feet. The blood that flowed out didn’t gush out without purpose, automatically forming

an

the supreme magic of the

head, and it was huge, as tall as a hundred feet. It looked like a god or devil, and it exuded an overwhelming aura from this magical shadow. Dense blood energy filled the air, murderous intent rolling

body had grown

“Huh?”

in thought. Then, after a while, he nodded. “Blood Cult techniques, I didn’t expect you to know the secret magic that has been passed down in my tribe. It’s a pity that

use it against me, it’s original!

powers of the Blood Cult are

don’t believe me? Then, let me show you what

his feet fiercely. “Mighty dragon of demon blood, blood sacrifice of

Shura let out were almost the same as Spencer, except instead of

Shura tribe worshiped the

Boom!

seen at a glance. But, facing the demon lord that the leader of the Blood Shura had summoned, the one that Spencer had summoned was like a little disciple

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