"Young Master Yu He..." At this moment, Prince Lan withdrew a thousand meters, and when he looked up, he saw Young Master Yu He being shattered by Shi Jiamu's divine power, truly frightened, but then, Prince Lan showed a trace of anger!
"Young Master Yu He died to save me, I must avenge her!" Prince Lan viciously looked at Feng Wenjun and Shi Jiamu, only to see the flash of spiritual power in his hand, cutting his wrist, and blood flowed down his palm onto his writing brush!
"Use blood as ink!"
"Use heaven and earth as paper!"
"Use the stars as the formation!"
"Today I paint a picture, hiding countless killing intents, millions of mighty soldiers, hundreds of thousands of immortals and Buddhas, hundreds of thousands of gods and demons, those who enter the painting, shall suffer the pain of being pierced by ten thousand arrows and torn apart by five horses!"
