How Can a Loser Beg for Mercy?(2)

––A divine assistance!

"Bang."

Xu Xiaoshou's eyes turned crimson, his body swelling, emitting explosive sounds.

Yet, he did not explode. Instead, his skin began to burn, releasing waves of heat and steam throughout his body.

This was not the infernal white flame but rather an acceleration of blood flow to its extreme.

A fissure appeared on his back.

A branch, adorned with a single blood-red leaf, extended from it. As it began to grow, Xu the Beast lost control.

"The moment of the hunt!"

With a swoosh, Xu Xiaoshou smirked and vanished into the Holy Path.

Even he himself was uncertain why he made such a move.

But at this moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he was not the only one controlling this body.

There was a mysterious power guiding him on what to do, how to strike, how to go mad and vent, epitomizing the power of blood.

"Hum!"

The blood-red sky tainted the power of the dark world.