On the vampire warship.
In a cultivation room, the Blood God Clone sized up Xiao Jie's soul and cackled.
Xiao Jie: …
Why does this laughter sound so familiar?
He was unwilling to give up. His soul floated weakly in the cage formed by the Dark Flame and he couldn't escape. He could only stare at the Blood God Clone with hatred.
It was commonly known as the Fury Of Incompetence!
"Xiao Jie, how does it feel to be a prisoner?" The Blood God Clone chuckled.
"Xue! Jue!" Xiao Jie gritted his teeth as he shouted.
"I like your unruly appearance," the Blood God Clone said calmly.
Xiao Jie's soul trembled violently a few times as if it was angered.
His soul had finally resumed the disgusting appearance of the Devil Mind Race. It looked like a deformed head with eyeballs on it. It was evil and eerie. It glared at the Blood God Clone furiously, wishing it could tear him into pieces.
