The terrifying aura emanating from the Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi made the Blood Jiao realize the danger, and the moment Ye Wutian charged with his sword raised, it immediately turned tail and fled.
However, due to the close proximity, it ultimately failed to escape unscathed. The Ame-no-Murakumo-no-Tsurugi easily shattered the Blood Jiao's thick scales and pierced into its body.
"Ahh!"
With a miserable cry, blood surged out from the Blood Jiao at the point of impact, gushing out like a fountain. This blood, like molten lava, sizzled upon hitting the ground, instantly charring the surrounding weeds to ash and sending up wisps of white smoke.
Even though the Blood Jiao was wounded, Ye Wutian's complexion drastically changed, for the Blood Jiao had cleverly avoided a fatal blow, and he himself had exhausted all his spiritual power, rendering him unable to continue the fight.
