"I'll give you two choices. Surrender or… die!"
His voice was calm but there was an undisguised arrogance in it.
Saudis and Anlin Lian's faces turned as black as the bottom of a pot. They glared at the Blood God Clone with cold eyes.
This vampire dared to make them submit to him.
Even the Nether World Troop didn't say this.
Arrogant.
This vampire was too arrogant.
"You're looking for death!" Saudis glared at the Blood God Clone and growled.
The excruciating pain in his chest infuriated him. His killing intent towards the Blood God Clone had reached its peak.
At this moment, the flesh on the wound was squirming. Flesh sprouts grew out and healed at a fast speed.
However, the poison in his body wouldn't disappear so easily. He could only suppress it temporarily. The circulation of the Force in his body was still affected.
His expression turned uglier.
