章節 2688: Eight Fire Pattern

"F*ck! What is that thing?!" Zhao Jing shrieked. 

The Blood Galaxy was Zhao Jing's trump card. If they wanted to take down Fanxue Mountain successfully, they had to rely on the fall of the Blood Galaxy. But who would have expected that it would only cause a little bit of an earthquake without much damage to Fanxue Mountain?

Zhao Jing begrudgingly fixed his gaze on Zhao Manyan. He wanted to charge at him and strangle him to death.

When one is in danger, one always focuses on using all their cultivation to save themselves. Zhao Jing watched Zhao Manyan's layer upon layer of protective magic and lost the desire to attack momentarily.　

"Zhao Jing, focus on Mo Fan. It's crucial to take him down," said Master Bai Song.

Zhao Jing began to lose his patience. If he attacked Mo Fan with the Blood Galaxy, he could injure him severely. Maybe he could still kill Mo Fan.