The Fierce Beast Qiong Qi's tiger claws were covered in a bloody glow, and each strike of its claws formed a large pool of blood.
Even though Du Mao, the hero of Zhenwu, managed to dodge the deadly claw strikes, the inexplicable pools of blood resembled swamps, compressing his limited space for movement.
After a round of exchanges, Du Mao's powerful True Qi left a few scars on the Fierce Beast Qiong Qi. However, looking around, he found himself trapped in a vast pool of blood...
An invisible, malevolent blood energy enveloped Du Mao, almost like a toxin that would make his body sluggish. He could only keep his True Qi shield up all the time.
The Fierce Beast Qiong Qi saw that its blood cave claws had the upper hand, and its fangs bared in a grin.
It glanced coldly at Wu Hen, who wasn't far away.
As if to tell Wu Hen, who had skinned it, "After dealing with your two little minions, I'll take your brain back to soak in wine!"
"Petty tricks! Eat my palm!"