Ouyang Xianmeng

The blood essence of a Foundation Establishment cultivator was far from what a Qi Refinement cultivator could compare to.

Even though Xue Ying had frequently used his blood essence to stabilize the array formation and had consumed a lot of energy, the remaining blood essence and the physical body and soul of a Foundation Establishment cultivator still caused the blood mist to flourish as if it was corporeal.

This sudden change caught Ouyang Xianxing and Fang Ji off guard. Pei Ling stepped on Xue Ying's remaining ashes and turned around abruptly.

There was no expression on his charred face. The Cold Marrow Fire in his eyes, which had yet to be completely restrained, was suffused with a faint blue glow. He looked like a malicious spirit. He raised his saber silently and rushed towards Fang Ji without hiding his purpose.