The Power of the Devil Refining Gourd

The blood snow was still spreading from the sky, infused with the Blood Power. While the flakes were flying to Fan Jian, Ye Mo secretly observed his weaknesses.

It was true that Ye Mo was strong enough to fight against Profound Heavens Realm experts now. But, in terms of defeating his opponent, it was still quite difficult.

"That weapon of yours? Is it the Sky Blood Spear?"

After Ye Mo tore apart Fan Jian's attack, he was shocked. Thousands and thousands of blood flakes descended from the sky and floated in front of him.

Fan Jian swiftly drew out his hammer, stirring up a heavy wind blowing toward the flakes. Explosions burst out.