The Wu Yue God had already been paying close attention in secret. As Xue Li's figure disappeared in an instant, a vast expanse of black qi suddenly surged from his sleeves, engulfing the area within dozens of feet around him, and several black evil ghosts appeared, raising their heads and letting out piercing screeches.
Bang, bang, bang...
The disciples of the Wu Yue Sect outside the hall hadn't figured out what was happening before their heads burst open, with blood and brains scattered all around, their bodies slumping to the ground in disarray.
Not far away, the Blood Demon Ancestor's face revealed shock, his body's blood light greatly intensified, especially around his head, where it was exceptionally thick. He hastily retreated.
Behind Wu Yue God, a figure blurred and Xue Li's form suddenly materialized, a black fist striking toward Wu Yue God's chest.
This strike was without any flourish, its only characteristic was its speed, like a streak of black lightning.
