บท 1032: That Blood Shield Again...

The battle spread like a red fire with the most brutal methods. Warriors of Potion and Tool Pavilion and Ghost Mark Clan became meatballs under Shi Yan and Fu Wei's team after they were killed.

Lighting strikes, flames, gusts of wind, sleets, and flowing water weaved with each other in this narrow space above their heads. This kind of specific beauty of the battle had frightened people.

Shi Yan quietly looked at the sky, his face reddening unhealthily. Pores all over his body opened while he shuddered from time to time.

Within that short moment, more than twenty warriors were killed. Their Essence Qi gushed like water that poured forcefully into his acupuncture points.

At this moment, his acupuncture points were swelling. This was a peculiar magical feeling he had when his energy brimmed.