บท 281: The Pinnacle of Blood Cultivation!

High in the blood-colored heavens, Yang Wei and Blood-Dragon stared each other down, their gazes anything but friendly.

Blood-Dragon snapped its jaw open, and a powerful gust spread across the Dragon's Peak Mountain Range, causing the cloud-wreathed mountains to crumble bit by bit.

Despite the intense force, Yang Wei remained unshaken.

Blood-Dragon, feeling annoyed and insulted, sent another wave of powerful blood discs at Yang Wei.

Humph~!

With a cold snort, Yang Wei performed several double-handed mystical mudras before shooting out one hand to summon his spirit furnace.

Dao of Spirit-forging Alchemy!

The cauldron appeared with a bright surge of blue light, expanding until it dwarfed Yang Wei.

With fluid, stream-like movements, Yang Wei waved his hands in the air, drawing all the blood discs into his spiritual furnace. This time, he wasn't planning on blocking or dodging them.