1920: C1920 Strigoi

C1920 Strigoi

Hearing that Long Bufan wanted to go in and take a look, there were no sounds of resistance from the crowd. After all, the Thunder Fog Valley was the final destination of their journey, no matter what, they could not retreat.2

In their view, as long as they could enter the Martial Saint's Treasure, they would more or less be able to get a share of the spoils.

Sou sou sou!

Afterwards, everyone held onto their weapons and followed Long Bufan and Lao Sa through the bushes, directly rushing into the valley that was filled with the mist and the sound of thunder.

However, the moment they arrived at the entrance of the valley, the pupils of Long Bufan, who was standing in front of the crowd, suddenly constricted.

Everyone present were all martial arts expert s, and upon hearing Long Bufan's voice, they all stopped in their tracks.

"Whoosh!"

In that instant, the air above their heads suddenly exploded outwards, and right after, a sharp and gigantic blood colored light suddenly came crashing down with an astonishing speed, and fiercely smashed into the ground thirty meters in front of Long Bufan and the rest.

Bang!

Instantly, the ground beneath Long Bufan and the others' feet shook violently, and at the place where the blood light fell, a huge crack that was more than three hundred metres long suddenly split open from the ground, shocking everyone!

The sudden attack was like a clap of thunder, causing the divine hall disciples and Beastman Warriors s to tense up. In front of them, Long Bufan and Lao Sa looked at the gigantic crack on the ground and frowned, then their eyes became gloomy.

"Which bastard is blocking our path? Get the fuck out here!" Lao Sa lifted his head and shouted with a ferocious expression.

"This is not a place that you all are qualified to enter. If you do not wish to die, then go back to where you came from."

Just as Lao Sa's curses had fallen, a gloomy and cold male voice suddenly and slowly sounded out in the sky above.

Following the sound of the voice, the temperature of the air in the area suddenly dropped. After that, Long Bufan and the others saw a bloody figure flying over while carrying a fishy wind, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of everyone.

The blood-colored figure stood in the air. There was no indication that he was activating the energy undulations on his body. However, a heart palpitating chill quietly surged out from his body.

What surprised Long Bufan and the others the most was the fellow's appearance. He was tall and slender, with slender limbs, especially the fingernail on his palm.

As the line of sight moved up, one could see that the pale-white face was covered with many bloody lines that appeared like bulging blood vessels. As the line of sight moved up, one could see that there were numerous blood lines on the pale-white face that appeared like bulging blood vessels.

"Strigoi?!"

Looking at the blood-colored figure's appearance, Lao Sa's expression immediately became ugly. He immediately scanned his surroundings cautiously and said in a low voice: "The Blood Clansmen are all bloodthirsty, and they are all in groups. There can't be only one, everybody be careful."

Hearing that, the faces of the Temple Hall and the two groups of warriors changed. They all gripped their swords tightly as they stared at the blood colored figure that suddenly appeared in the sky.

"Could it be that the smell of blood that Lao Sa and the rest smelt earlier was coming from the Blood Tribe?"

Long Bufan squinted his eyes, staring at the blood warrior, sensing the blood Qi around the other party's body, he guessed in his heart.

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