Blood Sandstorm! Spiritual Hammering Forging The Blood God Altar! Sly Hand Of Sand! (2)

The Blood God Clone could even feel that his spiritual body was receiving the same treatment. It was as if an invisible force had invaded his Inner Cosmos and was cutting his spiritual body.

As expected, it has a tempering effect on one's spirit. It's just a little painful… The muscles on the Blood God Clone's face twitched. He stabilized himself and sat down cross-legged in the sandstorm.

Boom!

An ear-shattering explosion resounded in the frightening sandstorm. Infinite blood-red sand swept up from the ground and merged into the sandstorm.

The frightening wind swept everything in its path as if it wanted to tear everything that entered it into pieces.

The Blood God Clone closed his eyes and allowed the sandstorm to hit him. He sat cross-legged on the ground and started spinning along with the sandstorm.

He just needed to ensure that he didn't get thrown out. He didn't care about anything else.