Boom!
An explosion was heard.
The Blood God Clone was thrown back. His entire body was stained with blood and there were many cracks on it.
He lowered his head to take a look. His expression didn't change. A blood glow appeared on his wound, and his blood started flowing back. All his injuries had healed.
"You're not my match."
Some distance away, Ming Wu looked at the Blood God Clone indifferently. A mocking smile appeared at the edge of his lips. "Even if you activate your special physique, the result will still be the same."
Compared to the Blood God Clone, he seemed exceptionally relaxed. No injuries could be seen on his body.
"It's time to end this farce."
Ming Wu shifted his gaze away from the Blood God Clone and looked at the battlefield around him. His voice was calm.
"If the Black Punishment Troop is willing to submit, I can spare your lives."
"What???"
