"Zhu Wushi, submit to me, and I may spare your life," came a hoarse, stiff voice, as if it had been silent for a long time, extremely rigid.
"Submit?" Zhu Wushi first was stunned, then burst into laughter, his expression darkening immediately, as he said coldly, "You, a deceitful schemer?"
"Ha ha ha..."
The elder chuckled, and then his face turned solemn. "Then, die!"
With decisiveness, the elder raised his hand slowly, and countless blood surged from the ground, forming into a blood hand, drifting towards Zhu Wushi in a sinister manner.
"Hmm?"
Confronted with such an eerie method, Zhu Wushi's expression changed slightly. He swiftly retreated, activating the Absorption Technique, lifting up the soil, and gravel, and breaking nearby trees, fiercely smashing them down.
"Hiss..."
As the blood corroded through, the soil, gravel, and trees all disintegrated, emitting a slightly harsh sound. This crimson blood, like boiling sulfuric acid, emitted a nauseating smell.