Zhou Dao's hand fell, blood energy surged, and without any warning, he eliminated the demon with a flick of his finger.
This was not any divine technique, but rather a method that seemed to have refined the blood energy to its extreme, containing killing intent within its mundanity. This method left her in awe.
"Susu, you neglect cultivation on ordinary days, so naturally, it is difficult for you to glimpse the way." Luo You said indifferently.
"That man integrated Thunder Skill into his blood energy, which seemed casual but contained the power of thunderbolt." Wu Xuanxin saw through everything.
"But his skill is still lacking, he only knows the superficialities. He can release, but he cannot withdraw. So he must make contact with his opponent, using himself as a medium."
Wu Xuanxin's palm's blood energy rolled, continuously colliding, making a deep rumbling sound. In a flash, wisps of arc light flickered, as if lightning was running amok.