"Go and continue slaughtering the Blood Clan." Lin Dong clenched his fists, knuckles cracking, as if venting endless killing intent from within.
The flames burning on him grew even more intense, the flames were a fiery red, resembling the blazing fires from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory, distorting the air around them in their fierce burn.
Water that originally flowed calmly erupted into steam upon contact with the flames surrounding him, turning into a vast white mist that quickly enveloped the entire area in a haze.
Lin Dong's eyes were like torches, burning with flames of hatred and determination. He knew well that the blood debts owed by the Blood Clan must be repaid with fresh blood.
Then, he swiftly formed a seal gesture with both hands, chanting softly, mysterious runes flew from his fingertips, interweaving and flickering in the air.
