Once targeted by the Blood Demon, it's almost impossible to escape its Divine Sense.
Especially when facing an eighty-thousand-year-old Blood Demon, even a Saint Peak couldn't evade its Divine Sense.
However, Chen Yuan vanished.
"Buzz!"
Only the sound of a spatial tremor was heard.
In an instant, a dark cyan gate formed in the sky, and from it, an eerie blood-colored spear pierced downward.
The spear soared silently yet carried an aura of destruction, making even the eighty-thousand-year-old Blood Demon tremble.
"Roar!!"
The Blood Demon let out a miserable cry. Despite its long existence, it was pinned from the void into the ground by the spear, a lethal strike.
With this attack, even possessing Middle Stage Saint strength, it could only face death.
As the Blood Demon was pinned down, Chen Yuan did not move at all; he never left his original spot.
"You dare plot against me in this world?"
Chen Yuan smiled and said.
