The blood-colored skeleton soldiers were directly struck half-paralyzed and flew out.
At this moment, the Blood-colored Skull General spotted a shadow flying towards him.
He instinctively lifted the long spear and thrust it forward fiercely, just in time to shatter the blood-colored skeleton soldier.
If the blood-colored skeleton soldier could speak, he would definitely say NMP.
At this moment, Dan Kalabi was barely withstanding the thunder, on the verge of collapse.
The Blood Saint had just said something to him that wasn't wrong.
He, as a weak divine power, could only create two clones.
Losing a clone would have a huge impact on him.
It would take him hundreds of years to condense another one.
Dan Kalabi's five eyes were fixed on the cave, as if his gaze could pierce through it completely.
"Blood Saint, this time you got lucky."
"When I return to Hell, I will issue a high bounty facing Hell."
"Whoever can kill the Blood Saint, I will grant a pure Divine Power Crystal."
