Taking blood as clothing, waving mist as robe.
This so-called Ghost King, unexpectedly composed of blood-red blood.
Mist entwined around his body, looking incredibly mysterious.
Blood aura and ghost aura interweaved, forming another powerful aura.
Suddenly opening his eyes, a beam of blood shot directly at Xiao Feng.
Swish!
Two beams of blood pierced Xiao Feng's body directly.
There was no time to dodge at all.
Fortunately, the position was not vital, and it was quickly repaired by the immortal Phoenix bloodline.
The Ghost King lightly exclaimed, "Such powerful recovery!"
Then, the Ghost King looked up and down at Xiao Feng, nodding in satisfaction.
"Not bad, really not bad! Such a powerful physical body!"