No one knows how much blood is needed to cultivate a Blood Ghost.
At the moment they saw this Blood Ghost, Gan Jianhua and Fu Shuang's faces were filled with despair.
Fu Shuang raised her arm, making a slashing motion.
Her Dharma Body behind her slashed out a sword.
The white sword light struck directly on the Blood Ghost.
It was as if a stone had fallen into a lake, not causing the Blood Ghost the slightest bit of harm.
Gan Jianhua acted at the same time, golden light surged from him, piercing into the Blood Ghost's body.
No splashes were caused.
This is the terror of the Blood Ghost.
The Blood Ghost wasn't unhurt, the harm it received was neutralized by its own blood.
The Blood Ghost was as tall as a twenty-story building.
About sixty meters tall.
You could see the bright red blood flowing through the Blood Ghost's body.
The damage the Blood Ghost received could be resolved by its blood.
