However, the Demon Cultivators wouldn’t let him disperse the blood mist.
The Fatty Leader suddenly swooped down from the sky, intending to stomp him to death.
Pang Xiangming quickly dodged aside. The spot where he stood monts ago was nearly cracked like a spider web, all because of the Fatty Leader’s impact. One must know, this Dragon Soaring Armor Type Flying Ship is the Mo Family’s finest operational flying ship, built with extrely sturdy materials.
The Fatty Leader stood before Pang Xiangming like a small mountain. The blood-red flesh strips on his body squird like little snakes.
His grueso, horrifying face twisted into a contorted grin, "Divine Split Realm? Laughable!"
He lunged forward, pressing Pang Xiangming with his overwhelming physical collision.
His speed was incredibly fast; no matter how Pang Xiangming adjusted his position to pull away, he would catch up imdiately.
Pang Xiangming had no ti to employ any Divine Techniques, barely escaping one attack before having to evade the next.
The Fatty Leader’s onslaught was like a violent storm, crashing into Pang Xiangming, creating shock waves that blasted open clouds of blood mist. For a mont, the blood mist enveloping the area grew even thicker.
Fan Wubing, hiding in the shadows, kept relocating to avoid being caught in the chaos.
He was astounded, not expecting the Fatty Leader to be so formidable, suppressing Pang Xiangming, a Divine Split Realm, relentlessly. It seed as though he had endless energy; even after dozens of frenzied rounds of attacks, he wasn’t out of breath.
He noticed that the blood mist seed to continuously replenish these Demon Cultivators’ expenditures.
Upon observing this.
With his experience, he was certain that without counterasures, the Flying Ship Guard faction would gradually be devoured, leaving not even bones behind.
The Fatty Leader alone was enough to hold Pang Xiangming at bay.
anwhile, the other nine Demon Cultivators fought against twenty to thirty guards, each managing to handle three adversaries. Not only did they hold their ground, but they also had the upper hand. Quite a few guards, who hadn’t even reached the Fetal Movent Realm, had already been rcilessly killed.
No! They can’t let these Demon Cultivators fight so effortlessly!
Yet, Fan Wubing had no intention to venture into danger himself.
He wasn’t particularly afraid of the other nine Demon Cultivators. Although they should all possess Fetal Movent Realm strength, he was no longer the person who struggled to kill Cheng Yingwu back then.
Over the past six months, his blood quantity had risen to forty million.
The average Nascent Soul had at most eight million blood. His blood alone was five tis more, not to ntion his one drop of blood was equivalent to two of a Nascent Soul’s.
Therefore, he was confident enough to say he wasn’t afraid of those nine Demon Cultivators.
But the Fatty Leader was undoubtedly a Divine Split!
Fan Wubing absolutely didn’t want to experience the power of the Divine Split Realm. Just by watching from the side, he was sure that, for now, he couldn’t contend with a Divine Split. A thick blood bar is great, but used improperly, it’s just a sandbag.
After all, it’s two major realms higher!
The Divine Split Realm undoubtedly walks further on the grand path, and their use of Dao techniques certainly surpasses the Fetal Movent. Besides, the Divine Split has another significant feature compared to Fetal Movent, which is an extrely powerful soul.
In the Fetal Movent and below, one can get by without specifically cultivating the soul. But to break through to the Divine Split, it’s necessary to cultivate the soul to withstand the baptism of the grand path.
The soul is Fan Wubing’s greatest shortcoming.
Under no circumstances could he use his weakness to contend against others’ strengths.
If direct confrontation isn’t doable...
Fan Wubing felt the blood mist, his eyes turning.
He swallowed hard, thinking, "It’s been too long since I ’ate’ anyone. I almost forgot that the Blood Calamity Death Immortal Skill loves ’blood’ the most."
While traveling with Fu Manman over the past half-year, they hadn’t encountered any mortal enemies, so he hadn’t actively "eaten" anyone.
But now,
he could feel the agitation of the Blood Calamity Death Immortal Skill, feeling the "tongue desire" stirring.
Since that’s the case,
it’s ti to unleash it properly.
Swallow the Stars, Chew the Moon!
The Blood Calamity Death Immortal Skill and the "tongue desire" combined like a gigantic vortex, starting to wildly consu the blood mist in the air.
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Ten thousand points per second!
Utterly terrifying!
Fan Wubing startled himself, montarily dazed.
He then noticed that his act of absorbing the blood mist was sowhat blatant, thus he kept changing positions while using the Unwarranted Qi Creation Skill to disguise the flow changes of his qi.
A minute passed, and his blood increased by 600,000 points.
In fifteen minutes, it would be 9,000,000!
Isn’t this way faster and more pleasant than sitting in ditation for breathing exercises?
Once again, he lanted in his heart, "No wonder Demon Cultivators are so despised, yet there’s a constant stream of people choosing the path of the Demon Cultivator. Ten thousand points per second–who wouldn’t be tempted?"
The rapid quantitative change led quickly to a qualitative change.
The density of the blood mist in the air visibly thinned out.
The Demon Cultivators who benefitted from the blood mist’s enhancent naturally felt it more distinctly. As their enhancent waned, their recovery couldn’t keep up with their consumption, their numbers weren’t advantageous, and soon the tide turned against them, plunging them into a disadvantage.
The sa was happening with Pang Xiangming and the Fatty Leader.
The Fatty Leader’s speed gradually slowed down, giving Pang Xiangming enough room to employ Divine Techniques.
Once he could use Divine Techniques, he quickly entered the advantageous domain of a Cultivator, gradually matching the opponent.
The Fatty Leader was perplexed, "What’s happening? Why has the effect of the Blood Sacrifice suddenly deteriorated so much?"
He quickly searched for the reason...
It’s the blood mist!
Why has the blood mist beco so thin, what’s going on! I clearly calculated that it was definitely enough for us to freely consu for half an hour! How did it beco like this in just two quarters of an hour!
He montarily lost focus.
Pang Xiangming seized this opportunity, forming a seal to unleash a surging wave Divine Technique, immortal energy creating waves, invading his body.
The demon body like a small mountain was instantly torn apart by the immortal waves.
"Ah!" The Fatty Leader scread in anguish.
Half of his body was gone, chunks of bloody flesh fell to the ground, emitting a gray glow.
"Damn it, damn it!" His eyes were filled with extre brutality and hatred.
"Hmph, wicked fiend, prepare to die!" Pang Xiangming intended to suppress him fully in one go.
But just as he took a step, the Fatty Leader’s body suddenly twisted again. A second head grew from his shoulder, resembling that of a demonic beast.
At the sight of this, Pang Xiangming was horrified, "You actually...you actually allowed a demon to possess you! Insane, insane..." Realizing sothing, he began trembling all over, "You’re Demon Cultivators from the Demon Martial Hall!"
The Fatty Leader’s two heads spoke in unison, "Now that you’ve seen it, you can only die!"
The other nine Demon Cultivators also had a demon beast head erging from their shoulders.
The demon beast heads continuously spewed blood mist.
The entire area beca even denser with blood mist, several tis denser than at the start!
Their montum surged dramatically, beginning to harvest lives in an extrely frenzied, brutal manner.
This ti, the Flying Ship Guards were no match.
And when they were killed, they would instantly explode into blood mist, continuing to fuel this blood sacrifice Divine Technique.
Savage, terrifying!
The density of the blood mist reached five tis the initial level.
Why is it five tis?
Because Fan Wubing’s blood intake per second had risen from ten thousand to fifty thousand.
With the Blood Calamity Death Immortal Skill, there’s no such thing as an absorption limit.
Even if it increased ten thousand tis, to him, it would just be going from ten thousand points per second to a hundred million points per second.
Such is,
The Blood Calamity Death Immortal Skill!
Fan Wubing narrowed his eyes, "Keep fighting, keep fighting... the more fervently you fight, the more satisfying it is for to feast."
Soon, the Demon Cultivators realized sothing was amiss!
Even though their enemies kept dying, exploding into blood mist to continuously fuel the blood sacrifice Divine Technique,
Why then,
does it feel like they’re growing weaker?
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