"What?!"
The Iron-faced Man instinctively glanced down, shock filling his eyes.
At that moment, he finally became aware of the agonizing pain from being bisected at the waist.
"Blood Magic: Blood Net!"
As expected of the head of the crew, after the initial shock, the Iron-faced Man immediately launched a desperate counterattack.
The blood flowing from his upper and lower body was completely activated by the magic power, transforming into a dense blood net that covered Liu Zheng.
The threads of blood woven into the net, with the support of magic power, were harder than steel wires and possessed an extremely strong corrosive effect on flesh and blood.
If shrouded, even an elephant would instantly turn into a pile of bloody flesh.
Liu Zheng's response was simple; he directly swung the Slaughter Knife horizontally, turning it into a windmill.
The blood threads, harder than steel wires, were shattered easily with real damage, turned into blood droplets falling down.
