The Blood race’s killing intent erupted like a storm the moment their eyes fell on Long Chen.1

They could feel the curse clinging to Long Chen—a manifestation of the resentment harbored by numerous Blood race experts who had fallen to his hands. Moreover, the curse was incredibly dense, telling them that he had massacred countless of their experts.0

“Humans, come out and face your death!” a thunderous roar echoed from the Blood race’s camp.0

“Oh? Such a generous invitation? Then I won’t stand on ceremony!” Long Chen sneered.0

Long Chen was already brimming with pent-up fury and frustration, so the Blood race’s provocation was all the excuse he...0