"Rumble—"
The moment the Blood Prison True Form with its nine heads and eighteen arms descended, the sky within a radius of a hundred miles was instantly dyed a dark crimson. The malevolent aura radiating from the eighteen blood artifacts condensed into substance, transforming into a sky full of blood blades suspended in the air, every single one of them locking onto Ling Xiao's spiritual presence.
The hand with which Ling Xiao grasped his spear trembled slightly. The "Primordial Great Annihilation" a moment ago had nearly exhausted all his strength, and facing the pressure of the True Form at the Great Perfection of the Virtual Immortal Realm, the circulation of spiritual energy within his dantian sluggishly slowed to a crawl.
Chapter 638