"Earth Prison Flame from Earth Prison Dog…"
Mo Xiu wiped the trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, his eyes turning solemn.
Looking at the Earth Prison Dog with black flames burning on its body, he was a little frightened.
His toes touched the ground. Like a drop of water hitting the lake, ripples expanded from the blood formation.
Shortly after, those ripples turned into high waves.
Mo Xiu's figure in the blood formation turned into nine clones. All of the clones had a violent aura, which were as strong as his real form.
"This is the formation cast by a Sacred Realm expert. Since you want to fight, I won't disappoint you…"
As soon as Mo Xiu finished speaking, his clones dashed away.
All of them had a black kitchen knife in their hands.
Terrifying Nether energy filled the vault of the sky, turning into a sea of dark energy.
Boom! Boom!
