The red-robed man's face changed, but it was only for a moment. He stopped his movement. He stood still and grinned despite the powerful blood storm all around him. More and more blood essence seeped from the battlefield into the storm, making it stronger and stronger, but it did not matter to him at all.
"You are all show and no substance, BLOOD GOD!" His voice boomed.
Damon gritted his teeth and continued. [Blood Tempest] wasn't finished yet, at least not his version. He took a step forward and placed his hands into the blood storm. The next second, all sorts of weapons started flying out of the blood storm, attacking the red-robed man.
Blood swords, blood spears, blood bombs. The attacks randomly popped up here and there and hit from every angle. They were fast, furious, and relentless. They blinked into shape inside the storm and lunged at the red-robed man. Each time one was dodged, it melted back into the wind and fed the circle again.
