At the center of the blood field, the pitch black crack embedded deep into the ground seemed to connect to the nine nether hells. It was unfathomably deep.

Now, within this incomparably rich darkness, a battle was occurring. It could be said that both sides were existences that stood at the peak of this world.

On one side of the battle was a faintly smiling man, Murong Qige. He wore white clothes and broke into the endless abyss like a bolt of white lightning.

On the other side was a blood phantom.

If Qin Yu was here, he would have recognized that this blood phantom was the one who fought the mysterious woman within Hu Shan’s body. But now, in the pitch black abyss, the strength of this blood phantom was over ten times greater than before.

The white-clothed Murong Qige smiled and moved forward. A blood sphere hung above his head. It was the size of a palm, but when one looked at it, it felt like they were looking at an endless sea of blood.

The blood sphere moved with him, their auras blending together. As Murong Qige raised a hand, the blood sphere trembled and burst out with powerful fluctuations of strength.

Bang –

Dreadful strength exploded in the void, sending the blood phantom flying backwards...