Yuan Ming turned back to look and through the gaps between the flashes of blood-colored lightning, he immediately saw the Blood Demon Ancestor clad in crystalline, blood-colored armor, looking both anxious and furious.
"Old thief!" Wulu's eyes were about to split with anger, and he was ready to throw caution to the wind and turn back to settle the score with him.
"Now is not the time," Yuan Ming hastily reached out to stop him.
As he spoke, the blood light in his eyes hardened, and abruptly, a giant, blood-colored figure, tall as a mountain, materialized behind him.
This giant bore a stern expression with facial features only somewhat resembling Yuan Ming's, its overall presence was closer to that of the Nether Moon God, emanating a regal, mysterious aura that commanded respect and seemed sacrosanct.
This was the Blood Gang True Body that Yuan Ming had condensed after advancing to the Body of Wanxiang.
