The slowly flowing sea of blood began to accelerate, the accumulated corpse mountain was washed down, and the broken limbs and debris were floating in the enchanting blood river. The wave sound was mixed with the overwhelming hum, which was the vicious hiss of millions of flies. The blood moon pole master did not rush to approach Asia Xiu as usual. He rode the wind, rode the waves, wrapped the spray, and came like a general commanding thousands of troops. The blood sea was his robe, and the bones were his soldiers!
This is the complete posture of the sea of dead mountains and blood, and the hidden power that even fireworks angels can't involve.
Asia Xiu's seven wings are fully extended, and the color flows in the sky. In the face of the tsunami level attack, he is as small as a butterfly