Xu An raised his head and looked curiously at the two moving veils of blood mists. It was like they had a life of their own and were currently struggling. It was a sense of weirdness in which he could not put in words.
Xu Ning bowed with pressed palms.
King An stared at the blood mist with slight anticipation.
Kong Fa looked at it thoughtfully.
This Blood Tracing Secret Skill was indeed a special technique. Its subtleties had used the power inside the blood itself, and it was shapeless and formless. The person who created this skill was indeed a pedantic person as it inspired praise and awe.
The two groups of blood mist suddenly converged, changing into light smoke. It drilled into Xu An's palms.
However, Xu An did not evade it. He only curiously watched as they drilled into his palms. They pierced into his skin without leaving any marks, as if it had never been there before.