Boom!
The space tornado spun rapidly, generating an extremely sharp cutting force which gradually whittled down the blood sickle.
However, the blood glow was still pressing down, slowly cutting into the space tornado and approaching Wang Teng.
A pair of eyes opened at the top of the blood glow: it was the blood crow ancestor. It gazed coldly at Wang Teng, who was in the middle of the space tornado and said, "To die in my hands is something you should be proud of."
"This should be enough." Wang Teng looked at the blood glow; a bright flash passed in his eyes.
"You're just putting up an act." The blood crow ancestor was stunned for a moment. He didn't know what the other meant and scoffed while looking at him with his red eyes. The blood glow then surged again and sliced into the space tornado.