Jiu Daoyi held his spear and straightened his back, waiting for that person to descend.
He was trembling slightly, so excited that he could not control himself.
After so many years, there was finally a response. That person... was going to return? !
“I don’t have his blood on me, but he used his own blood to baptize many people’s bodies.”Jiu Daoyi calmed his emotions and replied to the dog emperor.
It was a brilliant era, where heroes fought for hegemony. Darkness overflowed into the sky, and it was also a tragic era. Blood and chaos were like a flood breaking through a dam, crashing into the heavens.
There was a time when the person who used his own blood to baptize his own camp needed to extend his life.
Everyone was lost in thought. They only knew a little about the ancient history that was about to be completely obliterated. They were shocked. This human skin in front of them was actually so close to that person? It had been baptized by his blood!