"A thousand miles of corpses!" A huge black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the Blood River. The Blood River was cut off in an instant. Zhao Hai took a closer look and found that it was the battle corpse. The battle corpse had become extremely large. It was standing in front of the Blood River and roaring at the sky. Then, it punched the Blood River.
BOOM! With a loud sound, two huge figures separated. One was the battle corpse, while the other was the tall figure holding a huge blood-red saber that had come out of Zhao Hai's magical formation. The tall figure held the saber with both hands and stared at the battle corpse with his blood-red eyes. This tall figure had no facial features. It was as if he was wearing a mask. The mask was flat, only revealing a pair of blood-red eyes, which looked even more terrifying.
