Of course, we must give it our all.
Boom!
A massive palm descended.
Feng Feiyu only had time to make a supporting gesture before he was smashed to pieces, the immense force turning his flesh into a cloud of blood mist.
Watching this scene, the young monk exhaled slightly.
"Although I don't know what backup plan you left, Chief Arrest Officer Feng, the difference in strength cannot be bridged by a few trump cards. It's a pity, I was planning to leave you a complete corpse..."
The young monk's sigh suddenly stopped.
In his pitch-black eyes, surprise emerged.
He saw Feng Feiyu, who had turned into a cloud of blood mist, restore himself once again.
Standing there alive.
Exactly the same as before.
No!
The thickness of the Qi-Blood was even stronger.
"'Blood Demon'!"
Seeing this, the young monk blurted out a title.
But then he started shaking his head.
