Jiang Hao's figure vanished in the blood-red mist, Moon-Slaying saber in hand like a shooting star.
Boom!
Thunderous boom!
Jiang Hao's saber never ceased, each strike landing in front of Gu Jin.
The latter did the same, attacking amidst the resistance.
Their figures disappeared and reappeared in the Blood Pool, the colliding strength causing the pool to surge and whip up into tornadoes.
They howled away.
As if the Heavenly Fate ominous creatures had erupted.
The onlookers outside, one by one, kept retreating.
It seemed like the Heavenly Fate ominous creatures were enveloping them.
Making them hesitant to touch.
Master Haoyue looked at the two blood-red tornadoes, his scalp tingling.
If this came closer, could he withstand the onslaught of misfortune?
It could very well interrupt even the path to immortality.
Were the two inside truly unafraid of this misfortune?
It was not merely a disaster but also endless curses.
Even the Dao could be corroded.