Jiang Xiaobai's eyelids twitched wildly, yet he felt astonished in his heart.
"How come my strength seems to have increased, but also feels like it hasn't?"
Before, when facing the Hunyuan Daluo who had comprehended divine power, I was capable of fighting and even killing them, yet now I can't deal with a few blood slaves that can only enhance their physical strength?
This thought kept surfacing in his mind as he fled for his life.
The more he thought about it, the more puzzled he became. Was his strength insufficient, or was there some special hidden circumstance?
Boom!
Right then, several figures burst out ahead of him, other blood slaves who had encircled him from a different direction. Jiang Xiaobai knew he had already been surrounded to death!
Without a second thought, Jiang Xiaobai swung his Yuanhong sword in a sweeping motion.