The Blood Demon Descends

Gu Lan's already cold face twisted into something more menacing.

A tearing sound rang out as the approaching afterimage was immediately sucked into the blood sword.

"Zzi... zzi..."

In just a few breaths, the surrounding area had been stained red with blood.

Gu Lan, wielding the Hongmeng Sword, advanced without slowing.

Facing this hundred-man assault, he was indeed not their match.

But taking them down one by one, slaying them individually, was still easy!

"Zzi!"

Accompanied by a sharp screech of the sword, four or five powerful warriors fell to the ground.

Blood sprayed everywhere, and the air was filled with the foul stench of blood.

Originally, Gu Lan had retained some semblance of awareness, but as he swung his sword more and more,

his vision blurred, and his body gradually lost control.

"Blood!"

Gu Lan's face twisted in a grimace, his hoarse voice howling as he transformed into a shadow of blood and rushed forward.