"Damn it, who is it! Come out and face me!"
Hearing Chu Fengmian's taunting voice, Mu Yuanhuo roared in rage.
Within the blood fog, a sudden downpour of blood rain began to fall.
Each drop of this blood rain was highly corrosive, and any ordinary Martial Artist who came into contact with it would surely lose their life.
"Die! With the blood sacrifice of these ten thousand people, my demonic power will be fully developed!"
Mu Yuanhuo laughed loudly, his demonic practice allowed him to absorb more blood from the people he killed, transforming it into demonic blood to enhance his own power.
"Such minor demonic power, and you dare to be arrogant?"
Chu Fengmian laughed out loud, stomped his foot and his figure suddenly surged upward towards the sky.
His Sword Edge flickered in his hand, turning into a barrier of sword Qi, and Chu Fengmian easily blocked the torrential blood rain.
"Prince, leave this demon to me. You all handle the other bandits."