Ancestor peak of the underworld!

"This!"

Looking at the giant-like blood Rakshasa, the Spirit's heart trembled and it lost its sense of order.

At this moment, his survival instinct was the only thing supporting his actions.

"Lord spirit soul, what should we do?"

Someone asked.

"Bastard, if it wasn't for you bunch of idiots, would it have been like this?"

The spirit was furious. It struck out with its palm, and the man died immediately.

"Ah?"

Everyone was even more shocked. In front of them was the blood Rakshasa, who was like a ghost. Behind them, the spirit was killing people in anger. Such a situation had already made them fall into despair.

"Lingpo, you coward, have you already killed your fellow disciples to resist your fear? Hahaha, you're really trash!"

The blood Rakshasa's voice was like thunder, shocking everyone's mind. Even the Spirit's ears were bleeding from the shock of the voice, and it was in great pain.

"Blood Rakshasa, you're looking for death!"