Qing Shui's expression was still indifferent. He didn't look at Blood God, he was staring at the demonic figure that came out from Blood God's body, and his eyes became cold.
His right eye flashed red; it was a scarlet red and gave off killing intent. With one step, Qing Shui charged out. The black mist in his hand suddenly expanded to 30 feet and flew toward Blood God.
God Blood's face was ferocious as he pointed at the ancient lamp. He wasn't the only one that moved, the ancient demon also pointed at the ancient lamp.
There was still a flame burning inside the ancient lamp. Not far away, Wang Lin's eyes were locked onto the ancient lamp from the moment it appeared. He could clearly see the shadow of a struggling woman at the heart of the ancient lamp. A sense of sadness seem to spread from the flame.
With a point of Blood God's finger, the fire inside the ancient lamp grew violently. Then the shadow of a large ancient demon suddenly burst forth from the ancient lamp!