Jiang Che's scalp went numb.
'This Blood Sacrifice could actually lie!'
'It had even learned to speak!'
'Granted, its tricks weren't very sophisticated.'
'But it seemed that as its power grew, its intelligence was slowly increasing as well!'
'I absolutely cannot let this thing live!'
He didn't know if it was the foul stench or the Blood Sacrifice's knack for mimicking humans.
A powerful wave of nausea and disgust welled up from the depths of Jiang Che's heart.
He instantly executed Cloud-Stacking Fist, launching a punch forward!
The Blood Sacrifice flung the corpse aside and swiped at Jiang Che.
CLACK!
Their fist and palm met, and Jiang Che was sent stumbling back several steps.
The Blood Sacrifice, however, seemed to be in pain and let out a low howl.
A small hole had been punched right through the middle of its withered, green-furred palm!
Black blood trickled from the wound.
